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 of 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 plane tickets

The hell out of here
Got scholarships
To some small town

School in Texas

Learned to drink Sangria

Til the dawns early light
Eat eggs Ranchero
And throw up all night

And tell those daddy's girls
We were majoring in a rodeo


Ah but my
Favorite memory
At 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)


Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls

A couple of 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

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 laid foot
On Mexican soil
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
Well it was your idea genius
I was just layin there in bed
When you said

Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of 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

Ah we're still best friends

Temporary cell mates