John Roy was a boy I knew Since he was 3 and I was two Grew up two little houses down from me The only bad apples on our family tree Kinda ripened and rottened in our puberty Two kindred spirits bound by destiny Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition Johnny was wild with no inhibition Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline And he'd say Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls Want playboys of the southwestern world Long around our tenth year We found two airplane tickets to the hell outta here Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas We learned to drink Sangrias 'til the dawn's early light Eat eggs Ranchero's and throw up all night And tell those daddy's girls we were majorin' in the rodeo Aw but my favorite memory of school that fall Was the night John Roy came runnin' down in the hall Wearin' nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero And he was yellin' Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls Want playboys of the southwestern world And I say we had a little change in plans Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan And I said we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil You see the borderman guard with a fu manchu mustach Kinda stumbled on John's pocketful of American cash He said "doin' a little funny business in Mexico Amigo" But all I could think about was savin' my own tail When he metioned 10 years in a Mexican jail So I pointed at John Roy and said It's all his, now please let me go, I mean it was your idea genius I was just layin' there in bed, when you said Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls Want playboys of the southwestern world Ah we're still best friends Temporary cell mates Whoo