Cancun

Feelin’ stressed about the usual crap? Tension 'bout as bad as it gets? Once we breathe in the tequila breeze, We won’t have any regrets. We’ll just be lyin’ in the Mayan sun, Work on our tans and not get anything done. Then we’ll make love inside the Palace of the Moon. Cancun. Gonna learn the local idiom, Lost in blissful sweet oblivion. Carve our initials in obsidian. Cancun. Got an itch so bad it’s giving you fits? Better go on and scratch. We’ll fish the waters where the tides never rise And release what we catch. The Gulf of Mexico is everyone’s friend; Just so long as we have pesos to spend. We’ll mariachi till we’re sick of the tune. Cancun. We’ll say Buenos dios, and por favor Like children in a candy store. Hey, our waiter’s from El Salvador! Cancun.