They're comin across the border by the thousands everyday
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Lookin' for a better life in the good ol' U.S.A.
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Well, everybody's talkin' about the aliens invadin'
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While I'm savin' every dime for a Mexican vacation
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Me, I'm headed your way, hasta luego Jose
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You say ¡°hola¡±, I'll say ¡°hi¡±
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When I pass you at the border slap me a high five
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You better pack a poncho 'cause it sure gets cold up here
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Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer
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Here's the keys to my Chevrolet
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You can have the house and the bills I pay
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Welcome to the good ol' U.S.A.
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I'm headed your way, Jose
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(Cuervo that is, lil' sunshine, some margaritas,
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Cabo San Lucas, maybe go see Chichinitza, I love that word)
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Up here we work our asses off just tryin' to get ahead
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But you can't spend a dollar if you've worked yourself to death
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From what I hear you way of life is an afternoon siesta
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Then back to work for a little while for an all night long fiesta
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Me, I'm headed your way
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Well sounds to me like a pretty fair trade
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You say ¡°hola¡±, I'll say ¡°hi¡±
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When I pass you at the border slap me a high five
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You better pack a poncho 'cause it sure gets cold up here
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Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer
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Here's the keys to my Chevrolet
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You can have the house and the bills I pay
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Welcome to the good ol' U.S.A.
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I'm headed your way, Jose
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(White sandy beaches, pesos and jalapenos,
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Palm trees, ocean breeze, ah man, Dos Equis)
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You say ¡°hola¡±, I'll say ¡°hi¡±
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When I pass you at the border slap me a high five
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You better pack a poncho 'cause you'll freeze your ass off here
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Me, I'm headed south for hot women and cheap beer
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Here's the keys to my Chevrolet
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You can have the house and the bills I pay
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Me, I'm kickin' back in the Mexican shade
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I'm headed your way, Jose
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(Yeah, I'm hittin' the road, man, give me a little burro to ride on, you
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I'm Headed Your Way, Jose
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| Chris Young |
