Yeah I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five

The headlines screamed that I was still alive

I couldn't understand it

I thought I died last night



Oh I dreamed I'd been in a border town

In a little cantina that the boys had found

I was desperate to dance

Just to dig the local sounds



When along came a senorita

She looked so good that I had to meet her

I was ready to approach her with my English charm

When her brass knuckled boyfriend grabbed me my the arm



And he said grow some funk of your own amigo

Grow some funk of your own

We no like to with the gringo fight

But there might be a death in Mexico tonight

If you can't grow some funk of your own amigo

Grow some funk of your own

Take my advice, take the next flight

And grow your funk, grow your funk at home



Well I looked for support from the rest of my friends

For their vanishing trick they get ten out of ten

I knelt to pray

Just to see if he would comprehend