Playboys of the Southwestern World

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 mixin' 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 real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck A 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 Long around our eighteenth year We found two airplane tickets the hell out of here Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas We learned to drink Sangrias 'till the dawns early light Eat eggs Rancheros and throw up all night And tell those Daddy's girls we were majoring in a rodeo Ah, but my favorite memory of school that fall Was the night John Roy came runnin' down the hall Wearin nothin' but cowboy boots and a big sombrero And he was yellin' (Repeat Chorus) 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 set foot on Mexican soil You see the boarder guard with the Fu Manchu mustache Kind of stumbled on John's pocket full of American cash He said "Doin' a little funny business in Mexico, Amigo" But all I could think about was savin' 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" I mean it was your idea genius I was just layin' there in bed When you said (Repeat Chorus) Ah, we're still best friends Temporary cell mates {Thanks to [email protected] for tabs}