Me and Jose Cuervo
Sitting on the kitchen floor
Wearing your souvenir sombrero
Thinking back to when you were mine
Wishing you were here though
On this rainy Cinco de Mayo
Ain't the same without
You were the salt to my lime
So don't make me drink all alone tonight
Because as of right now
I'm fixing, to be passed out
By a quarter past nine
Me and Jose Cuevro
Man we really miss you
We even left you a bunch voice mails
Can you be here in 5?
You may call me crazy
But you and Cuervo did it to me
And Jose just ran out on me
All that left is a slice of lime
Salt if you have the time
Don't leave me alone tonight
Because as of right now
I'm about to pass out
And it's not even nine
