Goin' to Acapulco Songtext

von Bob Dylan

I′m going down to Rose Marie's
She never does me wrong
She puts it to me plain as day
And gives it to me for a song

It′s a wicked life, but what the hell
Everybody's got to eat
And I'm just the same as anyone else
When it comes to scratching for my meat

Goin′ to Acapulco
Goin′ on the run
Goin' down to see soft gut
Goin′ to have some fun
Yeah
Goin' to have some fun

Now, whenever I get up
And can′t find what I need
I just make it down to Rose Marie's
And get something quick to eat

It′s not a bad way to make a living
And I ain't complainin' none
Oh, I can pull my plum, and drink my rum
And then go on home and have my fun

Goin′ to Acapulco
Goin′ on the run
Goin' down to see soft gut
Goin′ to have some fun
Yeah
Goin' to have some fun

Now if someone offers me a joke
I just say, "No thanks"
I try to tell it like it is
And keep away from pranks

Now every time you know when the well breaks down
I just go pump on it some
Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places
And just set there waitin′ for me to come

Goin' to Acapulco
Goin′ on the run
Goin' down to see soft gut
Goin' to have some fun
Yeah
Goin′ to have some fun