Down in Mexico

There's a little spot in Mexico

Too small to be a village and not large enough to be a town

Joe plays the blues

Joe plays the blues because he needs to

Down in Mexicali there's a crazy little place that I know

Where the drinks are hotter than the chilli sauce

And the boss is a guy named Joe

He wears a red bandana plays a Blues piano

In a little old bar in Mexico

He's a cool survivor, plays an old synthesiser

And a honky tonk down in Mexico

First time that I saw him, he was sitting on a piano stool

I said "Tell me Joe when does the fun begin"

He just winked his eye and said "Be cool"

He wears a red bandana plays a Blues piano

In a little old bar in Mexico

He's a cool survivor, plays an old synthesiser

And a honky tonk down in Mexico

Joe plays the blues

Joe plays the blues because he needs to

Need is the ultimate monkey at the "Time Out Of Joint Café"

A weird landscape of whacked-out plots

With hi-fi loving farmers who look more like organic ghosts

Being served by misanthropic robots

Joe only plays one song

One continuous vomitific never-ending song

Half spoken in some obsolete vernacular

He tells one long story about a girl

A girl he met down in Mexico

He wears a red bandana plays a Blues piano

In a little old bar in Mexico

He's a cool survivor, plays an old synthesiser

And a honky tonk down in Mexico

Joe plays the blues

Joe plays the blues because he needs to