This song brings to mind two things. First, an image of Robert Mitchum
Standing in the doorway of a bar in Tijuana, and Second, a line by
Thomas McGuane, my brother-in-law, from his book, PANAMA,
"The night wrote a check the morning couldn't cash."
- Used by Permission Of Author
Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise

Should I take this last step
Or turn myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico [I want to dance in Mexico]
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos [...with our friends]
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love

Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

I hear the people singing that same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

(Spoken:)
"Tss, tss tss"
"Hey, psst amigo!"

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos