Let’s run away to Mexico.
Let’s go, go, go to Mexico.
Let’s jump in the car and hit the road
And get ourselves to Mexico.
Be expatriate gringos.
We’ll live in misery in Mexico.
Find a flat in Mexico.
Rob a bank in Mexico.
Go by bus or plane or hitch a ride,
And take our misery to Mexico.
I can love you here or in Mexico.
I’ll hate you, too, in Mexico.
We’ll find a place and be gringos
And plant our misery in Mexico
Like William Buroughs.