Текст песни Beck - Mexico

Come gather round me people, Here's a story you never heard 'Bout me and my friends And some things that occurred We thought we'd get some money, We thought that we might go Spend a weekend pleasant down in Mexico I was working at McDonalds, Doing' the late night run When a car pulled up the drive through And pointed out a gun Said give us all your money And three big Macs to go I stuffed them all in a bag And I ducked down below Well the boss got angry when he found out I didn't call the police I guess I was kind of nervous, There was a warrant out on me Concerning' some jaywalking tickets I couldn't afford to pay Needless to say I got the axe that same day Well me being' out of work just then I didn't wanna go home My mom said if I lost this job I'd have to go out on my own So I went over to Dave's house And got really stoned Called up some girls

But none o' them were home Steve came over and he brought some alcohol We're all gettin really depressed Just staring' at the wall Thought we'd get some money, We thought that we might go Spend a weekend pleasant down in Mexico Steve's dad had a hunting' rifle And we went and picked it up And we stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck We raised up that hunting' rifle But the counter guy just laughed As he pulled out an Uzi We turned and hauled ass We were running so fast 'til we came To the McDonalds where I used to work We walked up to the drive through And gave my boss a jerk Said give us all your money And three big Macs to go And suck on this you weasel We're going to Mexico Down south we all got really wasted, Dave got a case of the runs We're all really hung over And gettin low on funds Dave and Steve called their parents And took the bus back home Me, I got a job at McDonalds down in Mexico

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