Tex Mex

[couchgrouch]

Tex MexI woke up feeling hungoverdown in El Paso one dayone thing that helps me get soberin breakfast at a border cafeI miscounted my dineirowatching that waitress's legseyes blurred from the habanerosI had with my steak n eggsyeah gimme Tex Mexa meal most people won't touchsomething that mixes both worldsand that really packs a punchforget pancake syrup, forget the restthere's nothing in the whole southwestthat tastes better than Tex MexAugust was showing no mercyheat beating down on my poor hatroping makes a cowboy thirstyI felt burnt as a branded calfI hit my fav'rite cantinafor something strong and boldthey don't serve Sprite and Zimathey serve Lonestar and Cuervo Goldyeah gimme Tex Mexa drink most people won't touchsomething that mixes both worldsand that really packs a punchforget cherry coolers, forget the restthere's nothing in the whole southwestthat tastes better than Tex MexI know a hot chiquita, name of Spicy Ritaso I crossed the border that nighther hair ran long and black, down her smooth brown backand when she held this cowboy tightshe said, "gimme Tex Mexa kiss most ladies won't touchsomething that mixes both worldsand that really packs a punchforget California, forget the restthere's nothing in the whole southwestthat tastes better than Tex Mex" (c)2004 Robert George