WWE Idol
Disclaimer: Same as always
Edge's turn.
"I'm singing Playboys of the Southwestern World." The gave him strange looks.
This
is a song
About
best friends
John
Roy
Was
a boy I knew
Since
he was three
And
I was two
Grew
up two little houses
Down
from me
The
only two bad apples
On
our family tree
Kind
of ripened and rotted
In
our puberty
Two
kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well
now I was smart
But
I lacked ambition
Johnny
was wild
With
no inhibition
Was
about like mixin
Fire
and gasoline
(And
he'd say)
Hey
Romeo
Let's
go down to Mexico
Chase
senoritas
Drink
ourselves silly
Show
them Mexican girls
A
couple of real hillbillies
Got
a pocket full of cash
And
that old Ford truck
A
fuzzy cat hangin
From
the mirror for luck
Said
don't you know
All
those little
Brown-eyed
girls
Want
playboys of the southwestern world
Long
around
Our
eighteenth year
We
found two plane tickets
The
hell out of here
Got
scholarships
To
some small town
School
in Texas
Learned
to drink Sangria
Til
the dawns early light
Eat
eggs Ranchero
And
throw up all night
And
tell those daddy's girls
We
were majoring in a rodeo
Ah
but my
Favorite
memory
At
school that fall
Was
the night John Roy
Came
runnin down the hall
Wearin
nothin
But
cowboy boots
And
a big sombrero
(And
he was yellin)
Hey
Romeo
Let's
go down to Mexico
Chase
senoritas
Drink
ourselves silly
Show
them Mexican girls
A
couple of real hillbillies
Got
a pocket full of cash
And
that old Ford truck
A
fuzzy cat hangin
From
the mirror for luck
Said
don't you know
All
those little
Brown-eyed
girls
Want
playboys of the southwestern world
And
I said
We
had a little
Change
in plans
Like
when Paul McCartney
Got
busted in Japan
And
I said
We
got waylaid
When
we laid foot
On
Mexican soil
See
the boarder guard
With
the Fu Manchu mustache
Kind
of stumbled on John's
Pocket
full of American cash
He
said
Doin
a little funny business
In
Mexico Amigo
But
all I could think about
Was
savin my own tail
When
he mentioned ten years
In
a Mexican jail
So
I pointed to John Roy and said
It's
all his now please let me go
Well
it was your idea genius
I
was just layin there in bed
When
you said
Hey
Romeo
Let's
go down to Mexico
Chase
senoritas
Drink
ourselves silly
Show
them Mexican girls
A
couple of real hillbillies
Got
a pocket full of cash
And
that old Ford truck
A
fuzzy cat hangin
From
the mirror for luck
Said
don't you know
All
those little
Brown-eyed
girls
Want
playboys of the southwestern world
Ah
we're still best friends
Temporary
cell mates
Simon,
Paula, And Randy just laughed and pointed to the door.