Mexico Lyrics & Chords By Beck

Come gather 'round me people, here's a story you never heard
'Bout me and my friends and some shit that occured
We thought we'd take a trip
We thought that we would go
Spend a weekend pleasant down in Mexico

Well I was workin' at McDonald's, doin' the late night run
When a car pulled up the drive-thru and pointed out a gun
Said, "Give us all your money
And three Big Macs to go"
I stuffed them all in a bag and I ducked down below

Well the boss got angry when he found out I didn't call the police
I guess I was kinda nervous, there was a warrant out on me
Concerning some jaywalking tickets
I couldn't afford to pay
Needless to say, I got the axe that same day

Well me bein' out of work just then, I didn't want to go home
My mom said if I lost this job, I'd have to go out on my own
So I went over to Dave's house
And got really stoned
Called up some girls but none of them were home

Well, Steve came over and he brought some alcohol
We're all gettin' really depressed just starin' at the wall
Well we thought we'd get some money
We thought that we might go
Spend a weekend pleasant down in Mexico

Steve's dad had a huntin' rifle and we went and picked it up
We went, stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck
We raised up that huntin' rifle
But the counter guy just laughed
As he pulled out an uzi we turned and hauled ass

We were runnin' so fast till we came to the McDonald's where I worked
We walked up to the drive-thru and gave my boss a jerk
Said, "Give us all your money
And three Big Macs to go
And suck on this you weasel, we're goin' to Mexico"

We all got really wasted down south, Dave got a case of the runs
We're all really hungover and gettin' low on funds
Dave and Steve called their parents
And took the bus back home
Me, I got a job at McDonald's down in Mexico