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 South of the border, hey, I  a lad,
 He's got more fun than  had,
 Don't got no worry, don't got  dough,
  wondering 'bout Mexican Joe.
 In old Mexico, they call him  Rhumba King,
 Leads all  women around on a string,
 When they go out, they get a  thrills,
 But the lovely senoritas always wind up with  bills.
 
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 Dancin', romancin',
 Always on  go,
 Sun shinin' down  Mexican Joe
 
 He makes  night spots all along the bay,
 People want  see him when he comes their way,
 He spreads so  joy everywhere he goes,
 That everyone  "Viva la Mexican Joe."
 He likes to gamble,  poker he's an ace,
 He's always lucky with the cards that got a 
  winning the money, he is sure a whiz,
 But when  win they don't collect
 'cause  don't know where he is.
 
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 He don't got  income tax 'cause he don't got no dough,
 Still he gets along just fine, how  never know,
 He's got everything he  a girl, a drink, a song,
 If we use his formula, we surely can't  wrong.
 His favorite playground is  there's girls,
 He's  that somethin' that sets their hearts a-whirl,
 It couldn't be his money 'cause he ain't got a 
 But when he wants a kiss all he's  to do is say so
 
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