I'm only half drunk If you were thinkin' of pourin' more wine It's only midnight And I got nothin', nothin' but time Is it half empty or half full? This glass of mine I'm only half wrong If you were thinkin' 'bout stayin' this time It's only midnight And I got nothin', nothin' but time It may be half-baked But I've got lots, lots of ideas Hey darlin', here's one Won't you come and lend me your ear? Like Mona Lisa gave old Da Vinci that half smile I'll paint a picture that will half convince you I'm fine It's only midnight And I've got nothin', nothin' but time I got half a mind to tell you 'bout it, brother It's always six of one, and half a dozen of the other This or that, tit for tat My baby's on the line I'm always only half the way to makin' her all mine I'm only half drunk If you'll be buyin' one more round I've been half crazy Tryin' to simmer, simmer on down You see half the people, but only half of half of the time Tell me, how can a nickel stand right up to a dime? I'm only half drunk This night is half gone And I'll be long gone before too long It's only midnight And I've got nothin', nothin' but time I'm only half drunk If you were thinkin' of pourin' more wine

Way down here, you need a reason to move Feel a fool running your stateside games Lose your load, leave your mind behind Baby, James Oh, Mexico It sounds so simple, I just got to go The sun's so hot, I forgot to go home I guess I'll have to go now Americano's got the sleepy eyes But his body's still shakin' like a live wire Senorita with her eyes on fire Don't you know Oh, Mexico It sounds so sweet with the sun sinkin' low The moon so bright likes to light up the night Make everything alright Baby's hungry and the money's all gone The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone She gets a long letter and sends back a postcard Times are hard Oh, down in Mexico I've never really been, so I don't really know Oh-oh-oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go now Oh, Mexico I've never really been but I'd sure like to go Oh-oh-oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go now Talkin' 'bout Mexico (Mexico) Little honkey tonk down in Mexico South of Margaritaville, I've been told Andale, Andale, vamonos Oh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters on that boat and head south Oh, yeah, we got a wind at our back Smooth sailin' all the way We got old Nordstrom, he's our chef He's down in that galley cookin' up a Barometer Soup for us We gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits And make a deposit or a withdrawal I don't know which one, y'know? We're goin' down to the land of the Mayans Yeah, they were here long before the cavemen were Cavemen in blue jeans, oh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct That's cave persons in blue jeans Skip, Wiley and Skink, we may run into them Up to no good down there Watch out for those barefoot children Stompin' around in those puddles Oh, yeah, and that remittance man He's just goin' 'round and 'round He may run into 'ol Frank Bama Cruisin' around in the Hemisphere Dancer I don't know, I might have my Long Board down there

Whoa, lookin' back at my background Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here Some things are still a mystery to me While others are much too clear I'm just livin' in the sunshine Stay contented most of the time Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis Sing me their Texas rhymes Most of the people who retire in Florida Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys I hate those bastards so much I wish a summer squall would blow them all The way up to fantasy land Yeah they're ugly and square, they don't belong here They looked a lot better as beer cans Chorus: Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin' out there They never even seen the clues Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin' our part Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart Well now I might have joined the Merchant Marine If I hadn't learned how to sing And on top of all that I got married too early 'Cost me much more than a ring But now those crazy days are over Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done I came off the rebound, started lookin' around Figured out it's time to have a little fun Chorus: Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin' out there They never even seen the clues Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin' our part Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart Well now if I ever live to be an old man I'm gonna sail down to Martinique I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit And an African parakeet And then I'll sit him on my shoulder And open up my trusty old mind I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine Chorus: Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin' out there They never even seen the clues Yeah but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin' our part Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart