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"Playboys Of The Southwestern World" Lyrics

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This is a song
About best friends.

John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me.

The only two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny.

Well now, I was smart
But I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild
With no inhibition
Was about like mixin'
Fire and gasoline.
And he'd say

Hey, Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple real hillbillies.

Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin'
From the mirror for luck
Said, don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Long around
Our eighteenth year
We found two airplane tickets
The hell out of here
Got scholarships
To some small town
School in Texas.

Learned to drink Sangrias
'Til the dawns early light
Eat eggs Rancheros
And throw up all night
And tell those daddy's girls
We were majoring in a rodeo.

Ah, but my
Favorite memory
At school that fall
Was the night John Roy
Came runnin' down the hall
Wearin nothin'
But cowboy boots
And a big sombrero.
And he was yellin'

Hey, Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies.

Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin'
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

And I said
We had a little
Change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney
Got busted in Japan
And I said
We got waylayed
When we set foot
On Mexican soil
See the boarder guard
With the Fu Manchu mustache
Kind of stumbled on John's
Pocket full of American cash.
He said
Doin' a little funny business
In Mexico, Amigo?

But all I could think about
Was savin' my own tail
When he mentioned ten years
In a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said
It's all his now please let me go
I mean, it was your idea genius
I was just layin' there in bed.
When you said

Hey, Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies.

Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin'
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the south
We're playboys from the southwestern world.

Ah, we're still best friends
Temporary cell-mates

Hey Amego!
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Copyright ©RECORDS ON THE WALL, BMG Rights Management, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT
WriterNeal Lee Coty, Randall Edwin Van Warmer
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
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Last updatedMarch 7th, 2022
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