| There’s a little spot in Mexico
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| Too small to be a village and not large enough to be a town
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| Joe plays the blues
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| Joe plays the blues because he needs to Down in Mexicali there’s a crazy little place that I know
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| Where the drinks are hotter than the chilli sauce
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| And the boss is a guy named Joe
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| He wears a red bandana plays a Blues piano
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| In a little old bar in Mexico
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| He’s a cool survivor, plays an old synthesiser
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| And a honky tonk down in Mexico
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| First time that I saw him, he was sitting on a piano stool
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| I said «Tell me Joe when does the fun begin»
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| He just winked his eye and said «Be cool»
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| He wears a red bandana plays a Blues piano
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| In a little old bar in Mexico
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| He’s a cool survivor, plays an old synthesiser
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| And a honky tonk down in Mexico
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| Joe plays the blues
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| Joe plays the blues because he needs to Need is the ultimate monkey at the «Time Out Of Joint Café»
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| A weird landscape of whacked-out plots
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| With hi-fi loving farmers who look more like organic ghosts
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| Being served by misanthropic robots
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| Joe only plays one song
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| One continuous vomitific never-ending song
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| Half spoken in some obsolete vernacular
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| He tells one long story about a girl
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| A girl he met down in Mexico
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| He wears a red bandana plays a Blues piano
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| In a little old bar in Mexico
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| He’s a cool survivor, plays an old synthesiser
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| And a honky tonk down in Mexico
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| Joe plays the blues
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| Joe plays the blues because he needs to |