The vessel we boarded
Was to sail across the Caribbean
We saw dolphins and mermaids and jellyfish
And other things I’ve never seen
I thought his name was Alfredo
His wife patiently stayed at home
Right next-door was a cop with a drink in his hand
And a black pistol by his side
We left port around 4 p.m.
As I read through my magazines
Well the stock market dropped as I finished my puzzle
They say that the world’s going to end
My stomach hurts
My brain don’t work
I owe it all to you
Stuck in a trap
My headache’s back
You know I’ve gotta choose
Oh it’ll be a bad, bad, bad day for Pacifico
I gathered it was on starboard side
For stories from the waterline
Upstairs a couple was fighting as the party went on
And ironically I heard love songs 258
I kept callin’ and callin’ my home
And no one would even answer the ‘phone
Then I went to the bar and I bought me a drink
And I went for a couple of winks
When I woke I felt nothing at all
With no one to talk to me
So I went up on deck to look at the stars
Felt like that I was on Mars
I’ve been up all night
I’ve sacrificed
What am I to do
Walking on glass
Stabbed in the back
You know I’ve gotta choose
Oh it will be a bad, bad, bad day for Pacifico
At the port of Cozumel
There were bicycle taxis to take you away
To a dumpy cantina or pharmacy
A brothel that looked like a prom
They were selling Mexico hats
I asked if they were real, they said they were the best
We saw painted-up donkeys and jewellery
Chiclets and Aztec beads
My stomach hurts
My brain don’t work
I owe it all to you
Stuck in a trap
My headache’s back
What am I to do
I’ve been up all night
I’ve sacrificed
You know I’ve gotta choose
Oh it will be a bad bad bad day for Pacifico
