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Should I be more industrious, civilized, illustrious?Should I not have freed our old and tired horse from the cart?And is it gonna be a problem honey,If I don't believe that time is moneyAnd I've got procrastination down to a fine, fine art?Well, the preacher, the teacher the doctor...they don't knowThe police man, boss man, they all lost, man...they don't knowHear your heart say soYou got to go and lay lowWalk, fly drive or stowawayJust go, go go...Ain't no way to disobey soGo overpay in pesosSteal one too many besos, babyGo, go, go!Lucky diagnosisYou've got to stop and smell the rosesHoney, you got you a chronic case of MéxicosisI mean no disrespect and I don't mean to lead the rabble onWhen I'm laughing out loud as I listen to Babylon babble on...My prognosis is my attitude shows symptoms that may includeAcute levity,Frequent drowsiness,Letras de cancionesAnd a chronic cheery moodWell, the preacher, the teacher the doctor...they don't knowThe police man, boss man, they all lost, man...they don't knowHear your heart say soYou got to go and lay lowWalk, fly drive or stowawayJust go, go go...Ain't no way to disobey soGo overpay in pesosSteal one too many besos, babyGo, go, go!Lucky diagnosisYou've got to stop and smell the rosesHoney, you got you a chronic case of MéxicosisWell I don't hurry, I don't worry, while the modern world's all a flurryI'm slowin'downIt's un-insurable, incurable, but delightfully endurableI've foundThe only remedyIs to bePerpetuallySouthbound!Well, the preacher, the teacher the doctor...they don't knowThe police man, boss man, they all lost, man...they don't knowHear your heart say soYou got to go and lay lowWalk, fly drive or stowawayJust go, go go...Ain't no way to disobey soGo overpay in pesosSteal one too many besos, babyGo, go, go!Lucky diagnosisYou've got to stop and smell the rosesHoney, you got you a chronic case of Méxicosis From Letras Mania