Pack my bags 
Don't be too slow 
I should have quit you baby 
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 

 [bad word] on baby 
Yeah