Pack my bags
Dont be too slow
I should have quit you baby
A long time ago
Left you flat
And split for mexico
Dont try to stop me
Child, youre talkin too fast
You and your friends babe
You are a thing in my past
Youre much too slow
Im goin to mexico
Ive got four or five hundred miles to go
Down that southbound highway
53 studebaker goin for broke
Im pushin it night and day
Ive had enough of your lies
To last a long, long time
You and your mother, babe
Youre like a nursery rhyme
Youre much too slow
Im goin to mexico
Yeah, come on baby
Yeah
