Down in the Mexicali There's a crazy little place that I know Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce And the boss is a cat named Joe He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pi-anna (In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico) He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache (In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico) Well, the first time that I saw him He was sittin' on a piano stool I said "a-tell me dad, when does the fun begin?" He just winked his eye and said "man, be cool" He wears a red bandana, plays a blues p-ianna (In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico) He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache (In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico, in Mexico) All of a sudden in walks this chick (in Mexico) Joe starts playing on a Latin kick (in Mexico) Around her waist she wore three fishnets (in Mexico) She started dancin' with the castanets (in Mexico) I didn't know just what to expect (in Mexico) She threw her arms around my neck (in Mexico) We started dancin' all around the floor And then she did a dance I never saw before So if you're south of the border I mean down in a-Mexico And you want to get straight, man Don't hesitate Just look up a cat named Joe He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pi-anna (In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico) He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache (In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico)