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 se?orita 
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