Mid-Day At The Mercado

Mid-Day At The Mercado
(To the tune of Midnight at the Oasis*)

Mid-day at the Mercado
put your money away
husband’s showing bravado, and so
he’ll pay for it all today.

Tourists shopping for statues
you’re looking for a cup
let’s kick off the dry blues, drink booze
maybe some food to sup.

Souvenirs, endless rows of crap
made in China, too
souvenirs are just a money trap
just a money trap.

You don’t have to buy it
there’s no need at all
we’ll dance up a riot, try it,
and we can have a ball.

you’re itching to get enamel
art for your living room
black velvet camels, ugly mammals
or rocks from a Pharaoh’s tomb.

But you don’t need no do-dads, baby,
don’t need no klitchy art
and all you need are memories
so unload that junky cart.

Souvenirs, endless rows of crap
made in China, too
souvenirs are just a money trap
just a money trap.

Mid-day at the Mercado
put your money away
husband’s showing bravado, and so
he’ll pay for it all today.

[* inspired by Midnight at the Oasis, written by David Nichtern, recorded by Maria Muldaur