Chew Chew Girl, don't you dare lay that taco down
Please bring that hot sauce (here)
Shoot holes in the room at the cat on the table
Whip myself with electrical cable
And stare at the jalapeño sun
Mockingbird don't fan its wings
Feathers part like her stockings
Devote yourself to the jalapeño sun
Average men sit in barbers' chairs
Jaws that bite into the wind
Bikes riding to the jalapeño sun
Draw your shades, you Casanova
Pull her face under the Dutch clover
Cross your chest with the jalapeño sun
I am lost in the sidewalk sun
I knew that look inside your eye
All my problems are on time
In the left side of my mind
Nothing outruns the Mexican meat van
The dog tells the moon to shadow its piece and
Lays right down under jalapeño sun
The days clang away like rattling beer cans
You know she is three-quarters crazy
Crazy in love with the jalapeño sun
Don't tell Mom there are rats in the gravy
Two a priest made a Catholic baby
Baptize your eyes with the jalapeño sun
I shot the doves out from the brush
All my love was not enough
I lost my wife to the jalapeño sun
I am lost in the sidewalk sun
I knew that look inside your eye
All my problems are on time
In the left side of my mind
Pull her face under the Dutch clover
Her face under the Dutch clover (cross your chest with the jalapeño sun)