Deep in the south of texas

Not so long ago,

There on a crowded island

In the gulf of mexico

It didn't take too much money,

Man, but it sure was nice.

You could dance all night if you felt all right,

Drinking whiskey and throwing dice.

And everybody knows

It was hard to leave.

And everybody knows

It was down at the balinese.

Yeah, I remember ruby,

She always dressed in red

Wearing skintight pants, lord, and how she could dance

With a rag wrapped around her head.

And everybody knows

It was hard to leave.

And everybody knows

It was down at the balinese.

And everybody knows

It was hard to leave.

And everybody knows

It was down at the balinese,

It was down at the balinese,

It was down at the balinese.