Yeah I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five
  The headlines screamed that I was still alive
  I couldn't understand it
  I thought I died last night
    Oh I dreamed I'd been in a border town
  In a little cantina that the boys had found
  I was desperate to dance
  Just to dig the local sounds
    When along came a seńorita
  She looked so good that I had to meet her
  I was ready to approach her with my English charm
  When her brass knuckled boyfriend grabbed me my the arm
    And he said grow some funk of your own amigo
  Grow some funk of your own
  We no like to with the gringo fight
  But there might be a death in Mexico tonight
  If you can't grow some funk of your own amigo
  Grow some funk of your own
  Take my advice, take the next flight
  And grow your funk, grow your funk at home
    Well I looked for support from the rest of my friends
  For their vanishing trick they get ten out of ten
  I knelt to pray
  Just to see if he would comprehend