One more promise soaked in my whisky
One more word about the dash of some borrowed flour
I'm a man who travels 'round the world (Hey, we don't talk about that)
I'll get the favour done for you and (No one will ever know)
Then I'll run to Mexico
Cold as stone, my eyes fall on another
Just another name that's running through my mind
At your request, I'll do whatever you require
You give me the light and I'll supply the fire
Then I'll burn to Mexico
The pretty señorita, she lies to me
Smiles sweetly in the morning when I wake cold sweating
'Cause someday I'll be in her sights
One more call when someone finds a target
Only guarded whispers never mention names
Money on the line will be just fine (You'll never be involved)
And even if a clue shows, you'll never know
'Cause I'll be in Mexico
