(Steve Miller and Boz Scaggs)

Pack my bags

Don't be too slow

I should have quit you baby

A long time ago

Left you flat

And split for Mexico



Don't try to stop me

Child, you're talkin' too fast

You and your friends babe

You are a thing in my past

You're much too slow

I'm goin' to Mexico



I've got four or five hundred miles to go

Down that southbound highway

'53 Studebaker goin' for broke

I'm pushin' it night and day

I've had enough of your lies

To last a long, long time

You and your mother, babe

You're like a nursery rhyme

You're much too slow

I'm goin' to Mexico



Yeah, come on baby

Yeah