Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico [I want to dance in Mexico]

The hours are ticking and I am stressed, so I just did a little solo samba to Jimmy B's "Desperation Samba" loud enough to disturb the neighbors.

At this point, a little voodoo and hopeful wishing might help me get through the next 30 hours. And a little dancing never hurts, either. This song has nothing to do with luck or stress or finishing law school, but the horns kick ass.

Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)

Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise

Should I take this last step
Or turn myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico [I want to dance in Mexico]
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos [...with our friends]
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love

Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

I hear the people singing
That same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos --

-- Jimmy Buffett, Last Mango in Paris