Proceed with caution … to Mexico …
… or at least Mexico as Lemmy Caution sees it: ‘It’s hot as hell. Away down the dirt road some guy’s playin’ one of them wailin’ Mexican fandangles which give me that twilight feelin’ … maybe it’d be a relief to start dyin’ …?
Across the road some guy in a funny hat is handin’ out a spiel to a dame about what a great bullfighter he used to be. Maybe she’s his wife. If she is, then all I can say is she’s a bad picker … Me, I’d have married the bull …’
