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
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
i might be borderline crazy
well i drove past my ex going in to work today
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.