[Verse 1] Every year along about this time it all goes dry Nothing 'round for love or money that'll get you high Henry got pissed off and said he'd run to Mexico To see if he could come back holding twenty keys of gold Now the road to Acapulco is very hard indeed And it isn't any better if you haven't any weed Henry's driving hard and straight on twisty mountain roads Fifty people waiting back at home for Henry's load [Chorus] And now he's rolling down the mountain, going fast, fast, fast And if he blows it, this one's gonna be his last Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys Henry, keep your brakes on for this corner if you please [Verse 2] Henry got to Mexico and turned his truck around He's talking with the man who has it growing from the ground Henry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even see How he's gonna drive like that is not too clear to me [Chorus] And yet he's rolling down the mountain, going fast, fast, fast And if he blows it, this one's gonna be his last Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys Henry, keep your brakes on for this corner if you please [Verse 3] Sunday afternoon Tijuana is a lovely town The bullfight brings the tourists and their money flowing down The border guards are much too busy there at five o'clock Henry's truckin' right on through, he hardly even stopped [Chorus] And now he's rolling down the mountain, going fast, fast, fast And if he blows it, this one's gonna be his last Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys Henry, keep your brakes on for this corner if you please