20 Margaritas

Ooh, whoa-ooh

The story goes like this

There's a boy named Billy, he's from up there in Virginia

He makes that lightnin' holler in them hills

He's got a recipe handed down from his pappy, in a shiny 50 gallon copper still

There's a boy name Jose, makes the best guacamole, and the hottest hot tamales in the land

He knows how to grow habaneros

And he plays in the mariachi band

I'll trade you 20 Margaritas for your moonshine

'Cause I like to have a party all the time

I'll trade you 20 margaritas for your moonshine

'Cause I hear that stuff can really blow your mind

When Jose met Billy, he was tequila crazy in a honky tok, getting cowboy drunk on a moonlight starry night

Jose said, "Billy we ought to have us a party

And invite all them senoritas, and just watch that full moon shine"

I'll trade you 20 margaritas for your moonshine

'Cause I like to have a party all the time

I'll trade you 20 margaritas for your moonshine

'Cause I hear that stuff can really blow your mind, (blow my mind)

Oh, is that all you got?

Now, Jose and Billy became the best of buddies, and raised a lot of hell around the world

But they'll never drink and drive, 'cause, they wanna stay alive and have time to kiss all the lovely girls

I'll trade you 20 margaritas for your moonshine

'Cause I like to have a party all the time (ooh)

I'll trade you 20 margaritas for your moonshine

'Cause I hear that stuff can really blow your mind

Oh I hear that stuff can really blow your mind

Blow your mind!

Blow-