borderline crazy

fowler, kevin

all these 60 hours weeks without a vacation

i'm all mixed up and my body's achin'

talked to the doctor and the bar down the street

but all he could offer me was sympathy

when i finished my drink and got up to go

everybody said goodbye but i said 'adios'. got these blue collar blues

and i can't sleep

been counting margaritas instead of sheep

i close my eyes and all i see is a cloud of senoritas dancin' round me

i don't think i'm losing my mind

but i'm thinking maybe

i might be borderline crazy

well i drove past my ex going in to work today

and my mind

once again drifted to monterey. i hear mariachi bands playin' in my head

the less i listen the louder it gets. been going to bed with my flip-flops on. i just might be

too far gone. ya i'm all twisted up like a big pinata

all i need right now is a whole lotta nada. ya

i might just be borderline crazy.