From the album mellow yellow

The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree

And the simple act of an oar's stroke put
diamonds in the sea

And all because of the phosphorus there in
quantity

As I dug you diggin' me in Mexico.

There in the valley of Scorpio, beneath the cross
of jade

Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made

We sat and we dreamed a while of smugglers
bringing wine

In that crystal thought time in Mexico.

Sitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine,

Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine.

Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet,

I'm a-shakin' in my seat in Mexico.

Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night,

Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight,

Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim
the lamp,

Valentino vamp in Mexico.

The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree

And the simple act of an oar's stroke put
diamonds in the sea

And all because of the phosphorus there in
quantity

I dug you diggin' me in Mexico.