I see you in the front row, dancing up and down You're ripped and ready for a night downtown And all the pretty boys are chasing you around 'Cause they all want to win your affection Spent three hours getting ready for the show Nothing on underneath and everybody knows Mama said wear a coat or catch your death of cold What's wrong with a little flirtation? And then you smile at me Is that a wink I see? Did I catch your eye? Should I even try? CHORUS: Oh, my Margarita (Margarita) Like to meet ya (Margarita) My Margarita (Margarita) Think I need ya (Margarita) Take your time, dance real slow Remember that song from the radio Got your old man's car, got a place to go 'Cause we all need a little temptation Those two big fellas are looking for a fight It's what they like to do on a Saturday night Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the lights But they just want to get your attention And then you smile at me Is that a wink I see? Did I catch your eye? Should I even try? CHORUS Talk to me, baby, it's all right I might look strange, but I don't bite And if you'll let me hold your hand I can find a way to make you understand Called last call, now it's time to go But I'm not the guy who gets to walk you home We could have made history, I guess we'll never know I'll see you in my dreams CHORUS (x2) Lyrics delivered by lyricsfly.com

The original Wilburys were a stationary people who, realising that their civilisation could not stand still for ever, began to go for short walks - not the "traveling" as we now know it but certainly as far as the corner and back. They must have taken to motion, in much the same way as penguins were at that time taking to ledges, for the next we hear of them they were going out for the day (often taking lunch or a picnic). Later - we don't as yet know how much later - some intrepid Wilburys began to go away for the weekend, leaving late Friday and coming back Sunday. It was they who evolved simple rhythmic forms to describe their adventures. A remarkable sophisticated musical culture developed, considering there were no managers or agents and the further the Wilburys traveled the more adventurous their music became and the more it was revered by the elders of the tribe who believed it had the power to stave off madness, turn brunettes into blondes and increase the size of their ears But as the Wilburys began to go further and further in their search for musical inspiration they found themselves the object of interest among many less developed species - nightclub owners, tour operators and recording executives. To the Wilburys, who had only just learnt to cope with wives, roadies and drummers, it was a blow from which many of them never recovered. They became hairdressers or tv rental salespersons. But a tiny handful survived the last of the traveling Wilburys - and the songs gathered here represent the popular laments, the epic and heroic tales which characterise the apotheosis of the elusive Wilbury sound. The message of the music travels, as indeed they traveled and as I myself must now travel for further treatment. Good listening, good night and let thy Wilbury done.