You say you're going down to Mexico You didn't want to let me know You say a drinks a dollar there And if your not a bull the fights are fair Hey honey don't you Hey honey don't you go No Hey honey don't you Hey honey don't you go oh no I followed you to New Orleans You say you saw it in a magazine You know they throw some party there There's people in their underwear I cried too much you ran away I think about you every day Hey honey don't you. . . Hey honey don't you go I guess I finally got my wish 'Cause now you're in Los Angeles And Billy says you're gonna call I don't know why I unplugged my phone from the wall And now I'm really feeling scared I hear you climbing up my stairs Hey honey don't you. . . I'm going to Mexico!