What good is it, for intelligent men and women
To sail the world and never stop in Mexico
To drink tequilla and eat tortillas made from corn
As they ponder in their minds, about 2012 which soon will come
And as conditions at home
Put the squeeze harder on
Then day by day, wanting to get away
To a nice place warm and foreign
Well, my friends
All I can say is
What happens in Mexico
Stays that way (in Mexico)
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