The sun was going down behind a tattoo tree

And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea

And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity

As I dug you digging me in Mexico



There in the Valley of Scorpio beneath the cross of jade

Smoking on a seashell pipe the gypsies had made

We sat and we dreamed awhile of smugglers bringing wine

That crystal, thought time in Mexico



Sitting in a chair of bamboo sipping grenadine

Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine

Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet

I'm a-shaking in my seat in Mexico



Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night

Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight

Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp

Valentino vamp in Mexico



The sun was going down behind a tattoo tree

And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea

And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity

As I dug you digging me in Mexico.