Borderline Crazy Songtext
von Kevin Fowler

All these 60 hours weeks without a vacation
I′m all mixed up and my body's achin′
Talked to the Doctor and the bar down the street
But all he could offer me was sympathy
When I finished my drink and got up to go,
Everybody said goodbye but I said 'Adios'.


[Chorus:]
Got these Blue collar blues
And I can′t sleep
Been counting margaritas instead of sheep
I close my eyes and all I see is a cloud of senoritas dancin′ round me
I don't think I′m losing my mind
But I'm thinking maybe, I might be borderline crazy

Well I drove past my ex going in to work today,
And my mind, once again drifted to Monterey.
I hear mariachi bands playin′ in my head,
The less I listen the louder it gets.
Been going to bed with my flip-flops on.
I just might be, too far gone.

[Chorus]

Ya I'm all twisted up like a big pin~ata,
All I need right now is a whole lotta nada.

[Chorus]

Ya, I might just be borderline crazy.