This song brings to mind two things. First, an image of Robert Mitchum

standing in the doorway of a bar in Tijuana, and Second, a line by

Thomas McGuane, my brother-in-law, from his book, PANAMA,
"The night
wrote a check the morning couldn't cash."
- Used by Permission Of Author

Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I
got here
Without a disguise

Should I take this last step
Or turn
myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town

Yo quiero
a bailar en Mexico [I want to dance in Mexico]
We do the desperation samba
con nos amigos [...with our friends]
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do
the desperation samba con nos amigos

Pretty girls they beckon
From
their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love

Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
There
may be no exit
But hell I'm going in

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico

We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico

We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

I hear the people singing
that same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos
amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos
amigos

-- Spoken:
"Tss, tss tss"
"Hey, psst amigo!"

Ooh
ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do
the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do
the desperation samba con nos amigos

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