they all went to mexico

where's my pal

where's my friend

all good things must have an end

sad things and nothings

on and on they go

i guess he went to mexico

they all went to mexico

buenas dias

got to go

tengo que obedecer

mi corazon

they all went to mexico

where's my mule

where's my dray

straw hat's packed up and gone away

mule don't go north and dray go slow

they both went to mexico

where's my sweetie

where's the face

that lit dark corners every place

she put up with me long time you know

and then she had to go to mexico

wheres my brown dog

where's my hound

he liked my truck he hung around

but he's a canine romeo

and i guess he went to mexico

where's that woman so sweet

so mean

her heart was cautious her mind was keen

she was always looking for the peccadillo

i hope she went to mexico

where's december's happy crew

with german bikes and sidecars too

they take the truck south to st. louis

mo

motorcycle all the way to mexico

where's my luck

where's my grace

has it all been just a foolish chase

every time i hear that rainy chill wind blow

i think it might be time to head to mexico