Well a 'round the Bay of Mexico
Way, hey Susianna,
Mexico is the place that I belong in,
Round the Bay of Mexico.
Why do the yaller girls love me so,
b'cause I don't tell everything I know.
When I was a young man, in my prime,
Take those pretty gals two at a time.
Nassau girls ain't got no comb,
Comb their hair with a whipper backbone.
Pretty gals in Mexico
Wriggle their arse with a roll and go.
Goodbye gals of Nassau town,
I'm bound away for the fishing ground.