Текст песни Run to Mexico - The Babys

Come on baby, don't you wanna go?
I could take you there
You can get what you want in the South
If you let down your hair
So do you, don't you, will you, won't you?
Let me know
I ain't talkin' 'bout Chicago
I'm talkin' 'bout Mexico

Yeah, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Make a run for Mexico
Da-da-da-da, yeah
Mexico

Come on baby, 'cause I got to go
The law's after me, yeah
I couldn't hear the phone last night
There's no more than a wave between me
And the air and the sun could be cut with a knife
And the jukebox got rotten suggestions
Bring a compass, and some money for gas
I ain't gonna stop for directions
Not to Mexico

Da-da-da-da
Make a run for Mexico
Da-da-da-da, yeah
Mexico

Come on baby, 'cause I got to go
I gotta get away, yeah
And every time the phone rings, it scares me to death
Saw my face in the paper today
I don't wanna hear the stories 'bout your mama and papa
Don't wanna hear you cry
For me, there's no second chance no more
It's the FBI

Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Make a run for Mexico
Da-da-da-da, yeah
Mexico

You won't even see me
As I make my getaway
Take me down
In Mexico, in Mexico
Take me down
In Mexico
Take me down, yeah
In Mexico
Take me down, oh
Yeah, ooh yeah
You won't even see me
As I slip away
Ooh yeah
You won't see me
As I slip away

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Ooh yeah, Mexico