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Yeah I looked at my watch
And it said a quarter to five
The headlines screamed that
I was still alive
I couldn't understand it
I thought I died last night

Oh I dreamed I'd been in a
border town
In a little cantina that the
boys had found
I was desperate to dance
Just to dig the local sounds

When along came a señorita
She looked so good that I had
to meet her
I was ready to approach her
with my English charm
When her brass knuckled
boyfriend grabbed me by the arm

And he said grow some funk
of your own amigo
Grow some funk of your own
We no like to with the gringo fight
But there might be a death in Mexico
tonight
If you can't grow some funk
of your own amigo
Grow some funk of your own
Take my advice, take the next flight
And grow your funk, grow your funk
at home

Well I looked for support
from the rest of my friends
For their vanishing trick
They get ten out of ten
I knelt to pray
Just to see if he would comprehend

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