Lyrics

This is an extension of George, Mexico 
And I tell you this, I tell you this
It is Aqua Rosa, Aqua Rosa, Aqua Rosa 

The holy broke and that hanging 
Thirties ex-pat is owned on Quality Street 

There goes old Ginio
There goes that Yorkie
There goes old Archibald Yates 

Mexico
X is the third consonant 
They love their government in Mexico

Where are Britain's lowest prices?

Trimidine is kicking in
And the barbiturates are kicking in 
He said, "where are Britain's lowest prices?"
I don't make rice with screwdrivers
Or fried chicken with a trowel
Where's the bus depot?
Hand me a wrench or such a object
In this marvellous empire
It is winner of Britain's lowest empire
And the lowest prices is Mexico

Clicky shoulders make me wince
And twelve year old doctor
A fresh-faced physician
Gives a note based on lies
So I don't have to stand at a door
Staring at ug people and mothers

Extramentally drawn
Double placard draw

I know it was my Aqua Rosa
I know it was my Aqua Rosa
I know it was my Aqua Rosa
I, I know it was my Aqua Rosa

I know it was
Surely again, look in Mexico
For an obtuse Yates and a burnt lid
Just want a yellow limo
I know Maggie would have too strong government to know 
Got me in the taxi, Mark
Always want to mute the infant here
He isn't here
He promised me
I don't make chicken with rice screwdrivers
I don't blind people with a trowel
With some Bisto 
Hand me a wrench
On a sloppy seat
And a vegetable on it