Run To Mexico Lyrics - The Babys

Come on, baby, don't you wanna go 

I could take you there 

You could get what you want in the south 

You could let down your hair 

I said do you, don't you, will you won't you? 

Baby, won't you please let me know 

I ain't talkin' 'bout Chicago 

I'm talkin' about Mexico 

Na na na na na 

Na na na na na 

Makin' a run for Mexico 

Makin' a run for Mexico 

Could you 

Come on, baby, 'cause I got to know 

The law is after me 

I killed a man in a bar last night 

There was no other way it could be 

While the air in this joint could be cut with a knife 

As the jukebox got rotten selections 

Bring a compass and some money for gas 

'Cause I ain't gonna stop for directions 

Not to Mexico 

Na na na na na 

Makin' a run to Mexico 

Na na na na na 

Makin' a run to Mexico 

Could you, oh oh 

Come on, baby, don't you wanna go 

I gotta get away 

And every time the phone rings 

It scares me to death 

Saw my face in the paper today 

I don't wanna hear the stories 

About your mama and papa 

No, I don't wanna hear you cry 

For me there's no second chance right now 

It's the F. B. fucking 

Na na na na na 

Na na na na na 

Makin' a run to Mexico 

Na na na na na 

Ooh yeah 

Makin' a run to Mexico 

Na na na na na 

Makin' a run to Mexico 

Na na na na na 

My life goes on in Mexico 

Mexico 

In Mexico 

In Mexico 

In Mexico 

In Mexico 

In Mexico 

Mexico 

Yeah 

In Mexico 

In Mexico 

Mexico 

In Mexico 

In Mexico 

In Mexico