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.