Wish I could help,Don, but I lost it years ago. Wish I had it, too.
Just off the top of my head:

The sun was goin down
Behind the tatooed trees
And the simple act of an oars stroke
Put diamonds in the seas
All because of the phosphorous
There in quantity
As I dug you digging me
In Mexico

There in the valley of scorpio
Beneath the cross of jade
Smoking on the seashell pipe
The gypsy had made
We sat and we dreamed a while
Of smugglers bringing wine
In that crystal thought time
In Mexico

Sitting on a chair of bamboo
Sipping grenadine
Straining my eyes
For a surfacing submarine
Kingdoms of ants
Walk across my feet
Im shaking in my seat
In Mexico

Grasshoppers creaking
In the velvet jungle night
Microscopic circles
In the fluid of my sight
Watching a black eyed native girl
Cut and trim the lamp
Valentino vamp
In Mexico

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