I was on my way down to Mexico
There was trouble on the rise
It was nothin' more than I'd left behind
Which was much to my surprise
I turned around and lit a cigarette
Wiped the dust off of my boots
When up ahead I saw the crowd
I knew it was no use

It's been the same way for oh so long
It looks like I'm singin' the same old song

A fine and fancy man was he
Doin' good things for the poor
Givin' rides in his rocket 88 for free
They could not hope for more
When it came my turn, he said to me
"Have I seen your face before?"
I said, "Oh no, you must be wrong
I'm from a distant shore"

So if you don't mind, I'll just move along
But it looks like I'm singin' the same old song

A 1940 movie star
With a long-forgotten name
She was a sexy mess in her beaded dress
Still hangin' on to fame
With forgotten lines, she missed her cue
And left her glass of wine at home
She was singin' the same song that I was
Could we both be wrong?

So hand in hand we walked along
Each of us singin' the same old song