All these 60 hours weeks without a vacation
I'm all mixed up and my body's achin'
Talked to the doctor at the bar down the street
Oh, but all he could offer me was sympathy
When I finished my drink and got up to go
Everybody said goodbye, but I said "Adios"
Got these blue collar blues, and I can't sleep
Been counting margaritas, yeah, instead of sheep
I close my eyes and all I see
Is a cloud of senoritas dancin' round me
I don't think I'm losing my mind
But I'm thinking maybe
I might be borderline crazy
Well, I drove past my ex, goin' into work today
And my mind, once again went to Monterey
I hear mariachi bands playing in my head
The less that I listen, the louder it gets
Been going to bed with my flip-flops on
I just might be, too far gone
Got these blue collar blues, and I can't sleep
Been counting margaritas, yeah, instead of sheep
I close my eyes and all I see
Is a cloud of senoritas dancin' round me
I don't think I'm losing my mind
But I'm thinking maybe
I might be borderline crazy
Ya' I'm all twisted up like a big pin~ata
What I need right now is a whole lotta nada
Got these blue collar blues, and I can't sleep
Been counting margaritas, yeah, instead of sheep
I close my eyes and all I see
Is a cloud of senoritas dancin' round me
I don't think I'm losing my mind
But I'm thinking maybe
I might be borderline crazy
Ya, I might just be borderline crazy
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