His momma was a poor little Georgia peach
His daddy was from Tijuana
Born to a red neck Mexican family
Raised on a beach in Daytona
He grew up and opened a restaurant bar
Serving up grits and tortillas
the neon sign in the window read
Welcome to Bubba Garcias
Aye aye aye aye
I think I’m on fire
At Bubba Garcias
bar-b-que cantina
And moonshine Margarita style
A Catfish fajitas
A cold paps blue river
Well run you 5 bucks and a quarter
Try the Sandia, a shot of tequila
But don’t try your luck with the water
We’ve got home made Ceviche
free fried green tomatoes
Take time and come down to see us
Chilli con queso confederate peso
are still good at Bubba Garcias
Aye aye aye aye
I think I’m on fire
At Bubba Garcias
Corn bread cantina
And moonshine Margarita style
We’ve got a NASCAR race on one TV
and a Bull fight there on the other
a mariachi square dance on Saturday night
If you come you can meet Bubba's mother
Si Si Senor yall
Aye aye aye aye
I think I’m on fire
At Bubba Garcias
Corn bread cantina
And moonshine Margarita style
At Bubba Garcias
bar-b-que cantina
And moonshine Margarita style

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