[Verse 1] I was doing time in a place called F.C.I. And I was watching grass grow and helping buns rise When the man on the P.A. said, "Come to R&D" "I ask myself, what's he want with me?" He said, "Pack your stuff, son, and don't be late 'Cause they're picking you up at the stroke of eight." I shook my head and I kind of grinned You see, they had me mixed up with a Mexican. So before I had a chance to scoop the score In my best accent I said, "Sí, señor." "Muchos enchilada muy bien burrito." "I'll be right back, adiós, amigo." Well, the border patrol, they was there at eight And my heart near stopped when they opened the gate They put me on a bus with all of my things I hit that road and I wanted to sing [Chorus] I said, "Ay-yai, yai, yai, Mexico!" A free bus ride and a fresh C-note I was doing life, and had twenty to go But now I'm free as a bird, down in, Mexico. [Verse 2] Yeah, I grew my hair long, got a mustache and beard I wear a big sombrero and a sure looks weird But it got me a job and a pretty señorita She rubs my back and makes a mean margarita Yeah, I'm a legalized Mexican gringo trucker But sometimes I think about that other sucker And I wonder if he's still locked up doing time And if he is, is he doing his or mine? [Chorus] I said, "Ay-yai, yai, yai Mexico!" A free bus ride and a fresh C-note I was doing life, and had twenty to go But now I'm free as a bird, down in, Mexico.
