Playboys of the Southwestern World

This is a song about best friends
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was three and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only two bad apples
On our family tree
Kinda ripened and rotted in our puberty
Two kindered spirits bound by destiny
I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline
And he'd say
Hey Romeo let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
In the old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hanging
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little brown eyes girls
Want playboys of the
Southwestern world
Long around our eighteenth year
We found two airplane tickets
The hell outta here
Got scholarships to some
Small town school in Texas
We learned to drink Sangria
Til the dawns early light
Eat eggs Rancheros
And throw up all night
And tell those daddy's girls
We were majoring in a rodeo
But my favorite memory
At school that fall
Was the night John Roy
Came running down the hall
Wearing nothing but cowboy boots
And a big sombrero
And he was yelling
Hey Romeo let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
In the old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hanging
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little brown eyes girls
Want playboys of the
Southwestern world
And I say we had a little
Change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney
Got busted in Japan
And I say we got waylayed
When we set foot on Mexican soil
See the border guard
With a Fu Manchu mustache
Kinda stumbled on John's
Pocketful of American cash
He said, 'Doin' a little funny buisiness
In Mexico Amigo?'
But all I could think about
Was saving my own tail
When he mentioned ten years
In a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said,
'It's all his, now please let me go.'
I mean, it was your idea, genius
I was just layin' there in bed
When you said
Hey Romeo let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
In the old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hanging
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little brown eyes girls
Want playboys of the
Southwestern world
We're playboys from the
southwestern world
We're still best friends
Temporary cell mates