The king of the jailhouse And the queen of the road Think sharing the burden will lighten the load So they pack up their troubles In an old Cadillac
That´s her in the mirror, asleep in the back
Baby, there´s something wrong with me Baby, there´s something wrong with me Baby, there´s something wrong with me That I can´t see That I can´t see
And they don´t give the answers At the end of the test So you can´t simply stand there and hope for the best So wake me up at the border When we reach Mexico I´ll tell you a secret I don´t even know
Baby, there´s something wrong with me Baby, there´s something wrong with me
Baby, there´s something wrong with me That I can´t see That I can´t see
Honey, I don´t wanna turn around And go back there – do you? I think you know something I don´t know That I need to
Baby, there´s something wrong with me Baby, there´s something wrong with me Baby, there´s something wrong with me That I can´t see That I can´t see That I can´t see