[Verse 1]
Every year along about this time it all goes dry
Nothing 'round for love or money that'll get you high
Henry got pissed off and said he'd run to Mexico
To see if he could come back holding twenty keys of gold
Now the road to Acapulco is very hard indeed
And it isn't any better if you haven't any weed
Henry's driving hard and straight on twisty mountain roads
Fifty people waiting back at home for Henry's load

[Chorus]
And now he's rolling down the mountain, going fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it, this one's gonna be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys
Henry, keep your brakes on for this corner if you please

[Verse 2]
Henry got to Mexico and turned his truck around
He's talking with the man who has it growing from the ground
Henry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even see
How he's gonna drive like that is not too clear to me

[Chorus]
And yet he's rolling down the mountain, going fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it, this one's gonna be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys
Henry, keep your brakes on for this corner if you please
[Verse 3]
Sunday afternoon Tijuana is a lovely town
The bullfight brings the tourists and their money flowing down
The border guards are much too busy there at five o'clock
Henry's truckin' right on through, he hardly even stopped

[Chorus]
And now he's rolling down the mountain, going fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it, this one's gonna be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys
Henry, keep your brakes on for this corner if you please