My Corona

Going down to Mexico
Rrade my dollars for some pesos
I have a need to adjust my attitude
It’s a long way from Costa Mesa
For a beach and a cold cerveza
But I have a need to change my whole latitude
And you can come along with me if you want
But there’s one thing that I won’t condone-a
Leave that beeper behind
And keep your hands off my Corona
My Corona, it adjusts my attitude
My Corona, changes my whole latitude
On the beach with my toes in the sand
A cold Corona in my hand
The sun on my brow, melting my worries away
That guy right next to me talks up a storm
His story started from the day he was born
I never knew someone could have so much so say
I tell him stand right there if you want
But please, turn off that cell-a-phone-a
Hey, and I see you look
Keep your hands off my Corona
My Corona, it adjusts my attitude
My Corona, changes my whole latitude
Instrumental
Later that night underneath the stars
At the hotel, by the pool side bar
I say, Bartender;
«Una cerveza por favor, over here»
A pretty girl comes up and says may I please
Sit next to you, I said; «Si Si
I will not bite you, you have nothing to fear»
I tell her; «Sit right here if you want
I promise I’ll talk no bologna
And Bartender, Una mas cerveza por favor
She can have my Corona»
My Corona, it adjusts my attitude
My Corona, changes my whole latitude
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My Corona, change your whole latitude