Mexican Wedding - Cold Chisel

It was never ever easy

Going inside her mind

Going into the Mexican wedding of her fevered brain

It was never ever easy

Looking deep in her eyes

There was no guaranteeing you could shoot your way outta there again

Gay pistoleros

Drinking and fighting

Playing guitars

And pissing all over the lawn

Lusty senoras

Kicking and biting

Blowing their kisses and tossing their hair in the dawn

It was never ever easy

I used to crawl out of bed

Half insane from the Mexican wedding going on in her head

It was never ever easy

You can take it from me

That the Mexican wedding in her head was a bad place to be

Lonely conchitas

Slamming tequilas

Fat federales smoking and scratching their balls

Black-eyed bandidos

Firing their pistols

Singing yi yi yi yi yi for no reason at all

It was never ever easy

It used to fill me with dread

Going into the Mexican wedding going on in her head