Letras: Bob Dylan. The Basement Tapes. Goin' to Acapulco.

I'm going down to Rose Marie's
She never does me wrong
She puts it to me plain as day
And gives it to me for a song

It's a wicked life but what the hell
How everybody's got to eat
And I'm just the same as anyone else
When it comes to scratching for my meat

Goin' to Acapulco, goin' on the run
Goin' down to see some girl
Goin' to have some fun, yeah
Goin' to have some fun

Now whenever I get up
And can't find what I need
I just make it down to Rose Marie's
And get something quick to eat

It's not about way to make a living
And I ain't complanin' none
But I can plough my plum and drink my rum
And then go on home and have my fun

Goin' to Acapulco, goin' on the run
Goin' down to see some girl
Goin' to have some fun, yeah
Goin' to have some fun

Now, if someone offers me a joke
I just say, "No thanks"
I try to tell it like it is
And keep away from pranks

Well, other time you know when the well breaks down
I just go pump on it some
Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places
And just sit there waitin' for me to come

Goin' to Acapulco, goin' on the run
Goin' down to see some girl
Goin' to have some fun, yeah
Goin' to have some fun