Me and Marty took a honeymoon Below the border 'neath the silvery moon I was eighteen and he was twenty two Now we're just a-doin' what the young folks do We're goin' south, south, to get that Acapulco Gold Ain't nothin' it can't fix Old dogs can learn new tricks When the streets are lined with bricks Of Acapulco Gold We'd just 'bout decided to cadge the whole thing But then we thought that we ought to swing You know the southland's got the keys Curin' them cotton pickin' sniffles and sneeze refrain Zig zag polly wolly diddum woddum doo Hey diddle diddle twenty three skidoo Me and Marty sure had fun Acapulco Gold for everyone