Run To Mexico
Composer(s): Tony Brock;
Mike Corby; Walt Stocker; John Waite
Performer(s): John Waite; The Babys



Come on baby don't you wanna go 
I could take you there 
You could get what you want in the south 
You could let down your hair 
I said do you don't you will you won't you 
Baby won't you please let me know 
I ain't talkin' 'bout Chicago 
I'm talkin' about Mexico 
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na 
Makin' a run for Mexico 
Makin' a run for Mexico 
Could you 
Come on baby cause I got to know 
The law is after me 
I killed a man in a bar last night 
There was no other way it could be 
While the air in this joint could be cut with a knife 
As the jukebox got rotten selections 
Bring a compass and some money for gas 
Cause I ain't gonna stop for directions 
Not to Mexico 
Na na na na na 
Makin' a run to Mexico 
Na na na na na 
Makin' a run to Mexico 
Could you 
Oh oh 
Come on baby don't you wanna go 
I gotta get away 
And everytime the phone rings 
It scares me to death 
Saw my face in the paper today 
I don't wanna hear the stories 
About your mama and papa 
No I don't wanna hear you cry 
For me there's no second chance right now 
It's the F.B. fucking I! 
Na na na na na 
Na na na na na 
Makin' a run to Mexico 
Na na na na na 
Ooh yeah 
Makin' a run to Mexico 
Na na na na na 
Makin' a run to Mexico 
Na na na na na 
My life goes on in Mexico 
Mexico 
In Mexico 
In Mexico 
In Mexico 
In Mexico 
In Mexico 
Mexico 
Yeah 
In Mexico 
In Mexico 
Mexico 
In Mexico 
In Mexico 
In Mexico