Lyrics

Sitting in the hacienda on a Tuesday afternoon
Watching the sun-kissed señoritas
Lounging on the pavers, swimming in the pool
While I’m drinking a frozen margarita
Pretty soon I knew I had to make a big decision
There’s things you have to do when you’re a guy in my position
All that suntan lotion must be spread with precision
Or the ladies will surely start to blister

[Chorus]
Lost in the Zona Turista
Living on tequila and lime
My airflight back home has come and has gone
I might be here for the rest of my life

The trade winds they are blowing from Cancun to Tijuana
The jet stream’s up from Argentina
There's a girl down by the pool, with a butterfly tattoo
She smiles just like the Mona Lisa
Soon there's a commotion and you stop to take a listen
Señora needs some lotion and the pool boy has gone missin'
Last thing that I heard he was passed out at the pavilion
In a rumpled, tequila-stained camisa

Next thing that I knew I had to make a big decision
There’s things you have to do when you’re a guy in my position
It pays to take a measure of the human condition
When you linger down at the Cantina