John Roy Was A Boy I Knew

Since He Was 3 And I Was 2

Grew Up 2 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 And No Inhibition

Was About Like Mixin' Fire And Gaso-line

And He Say



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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

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La La La La La La La La La La La La La



Long Around Our Tenth Year

We Found 2 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 Egg 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 Som-brero

And He Was Yellin



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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 Gaurd With A Fumanchu Mustach

Kinda Stumbled On John's Pocketful Of American Cash

He Said "Doin A Littl Efunny Business In Mexico Ami-go"

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"



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"Ah We're Still Best Friends. Temporary Cell Mates." "Whoo"