Every year along about this time it all goes dry
Nothin' that for love or money that'll get you high
Henry got pissed off and said he'd run to Mexico
See if he could come back haulin' twenty keys of gold
Now the road to Acapulco is very hard indeed
And now he's rollin' down the mountain goin' fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it this one's gonna be his last
Come to Acapulco, return the golden keys
Henry keep your brakes on for this corner if you please
Henry got to Mexico and turned his truck around