The Padre told me me all the hymns were born

Out of the saxophone

And I went down to festival

Beneath the Tijuana moon

I saw a fighter in the hole

Two broken lovers strung and strewn

I drank myself into a dream

About the Tijuana moon

Tijuana moon

My dirty

Tajuana moon

Oh , lord, my darlin'

Tiajuana moon

Lord, my dirty

Tijuana moon

Tijauana

Tija-tijuana

Tijuana

You can kick the Texas blue

Tequila and the burning spoon

But, my amigo

Nothings good against the Tijuana moon

Talk about dirty

Talk about dirty

Tijuana moon

Oh, but I love her

Tijuana moon

Talk about dirty

Tijuana moon

Oh, but I love her

Oh, Lord, that dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty

Tijuana Moon