I'm falling down, I'm turned around I'm falling down, I'm turned around I'm falling down, I'm turned around No matter what I do I hit the ground I don
Well I never been to Spain But I kinda like the music Say the ladies are insane there And they sure know how to use it They don't abuse it Never gonna
Kill the plaintiff's marching band Has conjured up the devil's hand The parade is now a masacre Of fools and jugglers and constant lovers... Don't you
I am the lady in Spain I'll sing a haunting refrain I am the lady from Mars And I can unscrew the stars I can be anything that I see I can be anything
Esperame En El Cielo - Nana Mouskouri (with Dyango) Espérame en el cielo corazón Si es que te vas primera Espérame que pronto
Servants Poor Professor Higgins! Poor Professor Higgins! Night and day He slaves away! Oh, poor Professor Higgins! All day long On his feet; Up and
Got no place to go But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin And if I bring a little music, I can
Tell me why She makes me wait She's wasting time And tempting fate Why can't she see That her search is in vain I was born to love her I was born to
(i'm falling down i'm turned around i'm falling down i'm turned around) I'm falling down, i'm turned around, No matter what i do i hit the ground. D-
Well I never been to Spain But I kinda like the music See the ladies are insane there And they sure know how to use it They don't abuse it, ain't never
From the Album: * No promises no debts Decided it was time to take a boxcar ride Outa the rain snow and cold Me and a friend of mine Guy I met somewhere
Well, I never been to Spain But I kinda like the music Say the ladies are insane there And they sure know how to use it The don't abuse it Never gonna
Well I've never been to Spain But I kinda like the music Say the ladies are insane there And they sure know how to use it They don't abuse it, never gonna
(Joe Ely) Oh no! What to do? How did I get on this train? Locked in a boxcar With the Queen of Spain... "You pour the sweet wine I'll play the tambourine
I've sold my car, thrown in my job, I'm 34 years old I think it's time I saw the world, and not Australia I've sold my car thrown in my job I'm 34 years
Two weeks in Spain makes the year disappear easy Two weeks in Spain, you forget, bored and yet weary We're back again, drink the wine, weather's fine,
Instrumental
Convalescing in Spain Trying to purge this sickness You started in me At the outdoor cafes Trying to cool this fever Drink, relief, recovery In the scratchy
