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This is a song
About best friends
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was three and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
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 mixing
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 of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hanging
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 eighteenth year
We found two plane tickets
The hell out of here
Got scholarships
To some small town
School in Texas
Learned to drink Sangria
Till the dawns early light
Eat eggs Ranchero
And throw up all night
And tell those daddy's girls
We were majoring in a rodeo
Ah but my
Favorite memory
At school that fall
Was the night John Roy
Came running down the hall
Wearing nothing
But cowboy boots
And a big sombrero
(And he was yelling)
Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hanging
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
And I said
We had a little
Change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney
Got busted in Japan
And I said
We got waylaid
When we laid foot
On Mexican soil
See the border guard
With the Fu Manchu mustache
Kind of stumbled on John's
Pocket full of American cash
He said
Dion a little funny business
In Mexico Amigo
But all I could think about
Was saving my own tail
When he mentioned ten years
In a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said
It's all his now please let me go
Well it was your idea genius
I was just laying 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 of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hanging
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

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