| All these sixty hour weeks without a vacation | 
| I’m all mixed up, and my body’s achin' | 
| Talked to the doctor at the bar down the street | 
| Oh, but all he could offer me was sympathy | 
| I finished my drink, and got up to go | 
| Everybody said «goodbye», but I said «adios» | 
| Got these blue collar blues, and I can’t sleep | 
| Been countin' margarita instead of sheep | 
| I close my eyes, and all I see | 
| Is a clod of senoritas dancin' around me I don’t think I’m losin' my mind, but I’m thinkin' maybe | 
| I might be borderline crazy | 
| Well, I drove past my exit goin' into work today | 
| And my mind once again went to Monterey | 
| I hear mariachi bands playin' in my head | 
| The less that I listen, the louder it gets | 
| Been goin' to bed with my flip-flops on I just might be too far gone | 
| Got these blue collar blues, and I can’t sleep | 
| Been countin' margarita instead of sheep | 
| I close my eyes, and all I see | 
| Is a clod of senoritas dancin' around me I don’t think I’m losin' my mind, but I’m thinkin' maybe | 
| I might be borderline crazy | 
| Yeah, I’m all twisted up like a big pinata | 
| What I need right now is a whole lot of nada | 
| Got these blue collar blues, and I can’t sleep | 
| Been countin' margarita instead of sheep | 
| I close my eyes, and all I see | 
| Is a clod of senoritas dancin' around me I don’t think I’m losin' my mind, but I’m thinkin' maybe | 
| I might be borderline crazy | 
| Yeah, I might just be borderline crazy |