Mexico - Babet, Andy Maistre

Oh, Lord

Don’t you know?

In the city of Mexico

There’s some wolves dressed in kid

And some kids dressed in wolves

Who can tell how good they are?

Don’t you know it?

Oh, Lord

Don’t you know?

In the city of Mexico

Cops are dressed like robbers

And robbers like bankers

Like a dog chasing its tail

Don’t you know it?

Oh, Lord

Don’t you know?

In the city of Mexico

There’s some place to rest in peace

But no one knows how cold it is

Out of sight, out of mind

But you know it

Oh, Lord

Don’t you know?

Not interest in Mexico

That the worm is in the apple

Cause you’re blind, deaf and absent

While the cat is away, the mice will play

Oh, Lord

Don’t you know?

In the city of Mexico

Oh, Lord

Don’t you know?

In the city of Mexico

There’s some wolves dressed in kid

And some kids dressed in wolves

Who can tell how good they are?

Don’t you know it?

Oh, Lord

You don’t know

In the city of Mexico

That the worm is in the apple

In the city of Mexico

Cause you’re blind, deaf and absent

While the cat is away, the mice will play

In the city of Mexico

In the city of Mexico

In the city of Mexico

In the city of Mexico