Mixcoac is an area of southern Mexico City which used to be a separate town and municipality within the Mexican Federal District until it was made part of Mexico City proper (the Departamento Central at the time in 1928. Mixcoac consists of the colonias (official neighborhoods) of Nonoalco, San Juan, Extremadura Insurgentes, Mixcoac and Insurgentes Mixcoac and is part of Benito Juárez borough. It is located between Avenida de los Insurgentes on the east and the Periférico freeway on the west, south of Colonia Nápoles and San Pedro de los Pinos.
It is a designated Barrio Mágico ("magical neighborhood") of Mexico City.
The name "Mixcoac" comes from the Nahuatl language mixtli (cloud), coatl (serpent), cómo (in), and therefore means "Place of the Serpent Cloud", alluding to the Milky Way and the god Mixcóatl.
Before the Spanish conquest there was a small settlement on the edge of Lake Texcoco, the lake that surrounded the island city of Tenochtitlan, today Mexico City. The ruins of the site, occupied between about 900 AD and 1521 AD, can be appreciated in the Mixcoac archeological site (see article in Spanish Wikipedia).
Way down here, you need a reason to move
Feel a fool running your stateside games
Lose your load, leave your mind behind
Baby, James
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so simple, I just got to go
The sun's so hot, I forgot to go home
I guess I'll have to go now
Americano's got the sleepy eyes
But his body's still shakin' like a live wire
Senorita with her eyes on fire
Don't you know
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinkin' low
The moon so bright likes to light up the night
Make everything alright
Baby's hungry and the money's all gone
The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone
She gets a long letter and sends back a postcard
Times are hard
Oh, down in Mexico
I've never really been, so I don't really know
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now
Oh, Mexico
I've never really been but I'd sure like to go
Oh Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now
Talkin' 'bout Mexico
Little honkey tonk out in Mexico
South of Margaritaville, I've been told
Andale, Andale, vamonos
Oh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters
On that boat and head south
Oh, yeah we got a wind at our back
Smooth sailin' all the way
We got old Nordstrom, he's our chef
He's down in that galley cookin' up a Barometer Soup for us
We gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits
And make a deposit or a withdrawal
I don't know which one, y'know
We're goin' down to the land of the Mayans
Yeah, they were here long before the cavemen were
Cavemen in blue jeans oh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct
That's cave persons in blue jeans
Skip, Wiley and Skink, we may run into them
Up to no good down there
Watch out for those barefoot children
Stompin' around in those puddles
Oh, yeah, and that remittance man
He's just goin' round and round
He may run into 'ol Frank Bama
Cruisin' around in the Hemisphere Dancer