- MR. TEQUILA
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- Copyright 1994
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- by Herbert W. Robinson
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- I called up my baby, the love of my life.
- Was gonna ask her to be my sweet wife.
- She said to me, "Honey, you've been such a pal.
- I'm gettin' married. Be seein' ya now."
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- Hey, Mr. Tequila, is that a Mexican name?
- An end to all my hardships
- Take away my pain.
- Hey, Mr. Tequila, you deserve all your fame.
- Erase away my heartache,
- Saturate my brain.
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- I went back to the factory to pick up my pay.
- There with my paycheck a slip that did say
- "(We're) closin' plant down in just a short while
- Have a nice day, and be seein' ya now."
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- I went back to my pad to rest up a bit.
- Landlord was waitin', equipped with a writ.
- Your rent isn't paid up. I've got you on file.
- Feet to the street. Yeah. Be seein' ya now."
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- I've lost my sweet woman. I ain't got no keep.
- I'm walkin' the street now, with no place to sleep.
- There's no one to help me, just one long-lost pal.
- Mr. Tequila, be seein' ya now.