Hakutulokset: 'woody bar race'

Mexican Joe was wild and reckless

He walked into a honky-tonk in Texas

Looking for some real romance and pettin'

On a barroom stool alone this doll was settin'

He walked up to the bar and said, "I think I'll have a drink

Three fingers of tequilla; will clear my head, I think.

" Well, she looked around and caught his eye

And Joe said, "I ... yi, yi, yi, yi."

When Mexican Joe met Jole Blon.

Mexican Joe was wild and reckless

He walked into a honky-tonk in Texas

Looking for some real romance and pettin'

On a barroom stool alone this doll was settin'

He walked up to the bar and said, "I think I'll have a drink

Three fingers of tequilla; will clear my head, I think.

" Well, she looked around and caught his eye

And Joe said, "I ... yi, yi, yi, yi."

When Mexican Joe met Jole Blon.

Now I looked in my mirror and I saw somethin' comin',

I thought it was a plane by the way it was a-runnin'.

It was a-hummin' along at a terrible pace,

and I knew right then it was the end of the race.

When it flew by us, I turned the other way,

the guy in the Mercury had nothin' to say,

for it was a kid, in a hopped up Model-A.