Hiding Beneath A Sombrero

Packed my badge in a cardboard box

Thirty years of chasing clocks

Bought a ticket, one way south

Leavin' this frickin' LA town

Paradise was calling my name

Thought I finally laid my claim

To a brand new life -- in paradise

But trouble seems to find me wherever I go

Even in the streets of old Mexico

Tryin' to keep on this narrow road

Hidin' beneath a sombrero

Verse 2

First week here, things were just fine

Then some guy got caught in a fishin' line

An island cop soon knocked on my door

He could see I was restless and bored

Got a call to a beach bar fight

It was all in a hard day's night

Thought island life meant I'd rest

Turns out I just changed my address

Crime doesn't slumber or sleep

No, paradise ain't on the beach

Even when the beach is far away

Cuz peace ain't found in a place

Cuz trouble seems to find me wherever I go

Even in the streets of old Mexico

Tryin' to keep on this narrow road

Hidin' beneath a sombrero

So I'll keep this badge within reach

Cuz crime doesn't slumber or sleep

So I'll try to help keep the peace

Cuz paradise ain't on the beach

Cuz trouble seems to find me wherever I go

Even in the streets of old Mexico

Tryin' to keep on this narrow road

Hidin' beneath a sombrero

Tryin' to keep on this narrow road

Hidin' beneath a sombrero

Hidin' beneath a sombrero