Down In Mexico

There's a little spot in Mexico
Too small to be a village and not large enough to be a town
Joe plays the Blues
Joe plays the Blues because he needs too
Down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chilli sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a little old bar in Mexico
He’s a cool survivor
He’s an old super-sizer
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Well, the first time that I saw him
He was sittin' on a piano stool
I said "Tell me Joe, when does the fun begin?"
He just winked his eye and said "Man, be cool."
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a little old bar in Mexico
He’s a cool survivor
He’s an old super-sizer
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Joe plays the Blues
Joe plays the Blues because he needs too
He is the ultimate monkey
At the time Adam joined the café
A weird landscape of whacked out pliance with high flying loving farmers
Who look more like organic ghosts who are being usurped by Mrs Robin and rope us
Joe only plays one weird song
One continuous voluntific never-ending song
Half spoken in some obsolete vernacular
Tells one long story about a girl, a girl he met down in Mexico
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a little old bar in Mexico
He’s a true survivor
He’s an old super-sizer
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Joe plays the Blues
Joe plays the Blues because he needs too