Bubba Garcia's
Bill Anderson
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His mama was a pretty little Georgia peach
His daddy was from Tijuana
Born to a redneck Mexican family
Raised on the beach in Daytona
He grew up and opened a restaurant and bar
Serving up grits and tortillas
With a neon sign in the window that read
"Welcome to Bubba Garcia's"
Ay-yi-yi-yi
I think I'm on fire
At Bubba Garcia's
Barbecue cantina and moonshine margarita stand
A catfish fajita and a cold Pabst Blue Ribbon
Will run you five bucks and a quarter
Try the sangria or a shot of tequila
But don't try your luck with water
We got homemade cervezas and refried green tomatoes
Make time to come down and see us
Chili con queso, Confederate pesos
Are still good at Bubba Garcia's
Ay-yi-yi-yi
I think I'm on fire
At Bubba Garcia's
Cornbread cantina and moonshine margarita stand
We've got a NASCAR race on one TV
And a bullfight there on the other
A mariachi square dance on Saturday night
If you come, you can meet Bubba's mother
Ay-yi-yi-yi
I think I'm on fire
At Bubba Garcia's
Cornbread cantina and moonshine margarita stand
Ay-yi-yi-yi
I think I'm on fire
At Bubba Garcia's
Barbecue cantina and moonshine margarita stand
At Bubba Garcia's
Barbecue cantina and moonshine margarita stand