Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers Mexicosis
Should I be more industrious, civilized, illustrious?
Should I not have freed our old and tired horse from the cart?
And these are gonna be a problem honey
If I don't believe that time is money
And I've got procrastination down to a fine, fine art?
Well, the preacher, the teacher the doctor…they don't know
The police man, boss man, they all lost, man…they don't know
Hear your heart say so
You got to go and lay low
Walk, fly drive or stowaway
Just go, go go…
Ain't no way to disobey so
Go overpay in pesos
Steal one too many besos, baby
Go, go, go!
Lucky diagnosis
You've got to stop and smell the roses
Honey, you got you a chronic case of Méxicosis
Well I mean no disrespect and I don't mean to lead the rabble on
When I'm laughing out loud as I listen to Babylon babble on…
My prognosis is my attitude shows symptoms which may include
Acute levity
Frequent drowsiness
And a chronic cheery mood
Well, the preacher, the teacher the doctor…they don't know
The police man, boss man, they all lost, man…they don't know
Hear your heart say so
You got to go and lay low
Walk, fly drive or stowaway
Just go, go go…
Ain't no way to disobey so
Go overpay in pesos
Steal one too many besos, baby
Go, go, go!
Lucky diagnosis
You've got to stop and smell the roses
Honey, you got you a chronic case of Méxicosis
Well I don't hurry, I don't hurry, while the modern world's all a flurry
I'm slowin'down
It's un-insurable, incurable, but delightfully endurable
I've found
The only remedy
Is to be
Perpetually
Southbound!
Hey!
Well, the teacher, the preacher, the doctor…they don't know
The police man, boss man, they all lost, man…they don't know
Hear your heart say so
You got to go and lay low
Walk, fly drive or stowaway
Just go, go go…
Ain't no way to disobey so
Go overpay in pesos
Steal one too many besos, baby
Go, go, go!
Lucky diagnosis
You've got to stop and smell the roses
Honey, you got you a chronic case of Méxicosis
Méxicosis
Méxicosis
