Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag I may take a holiday in Spain Leave my wings behind me Flush my worries down the drain And fly away to somewhere new Take a holiday in Spain
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 Never gonna
If I could I'd put away my sorrow I wouldn't wait until tomorrow To let you know how I feel If I could I'd look you in the eyes And it wouldn't be a
Holy holy Jesus Everlasting peace Walked across the water Died at Calvary Oh lord how he died At Calvary Jesus up in Heaven Wanting only you Save me
I got a message tonight It was on my machine She said, I quote, 'Hope you're not asleep 'Cause I'm in my bed And the lights are dim And the air is hot
where I go I will still belong... In Andalusia Where we don't know where the next penny's coming from Something's wrong I'm bound to Spain, I won't
You can breath in the music this city makes move by the rythm the gypcies play deep inside comes alive Said: Welcome to spain. All of Barcelona will
Sing to me of Spain Take me to you operetta And make it rain [Chorus:] Taxi, taxi give me a ride I'm going to take you to the other side Taxi, taxi,
To Louie This Metaphor Might Sound A Lil Confusing But Y'all Dont Really Know Me If You Know Me I Done Come A Long Way From The Days Inn And Other
Louie This Metaphor Might Sound A Lil Confusing But Y'all Dont Reall Know Me If You Know Me I Done Come A Long Way From The Days Inn And Other Hotels
(Paul Siebel) Those other years, the dusty years We drove the big hers through I tried to forget the miles we rode And Spanish Johnny too He'd sit beside
the shit folks say UK?s in decay, that it?s hit rock bottom If it?s all gone rotten get your arse to Spain And sit there and complain cos it aint
up for the old trail for our last ride, we leave little enough behind to show that once we have camped here. Some leave more than others, some a memory
What's the world biggest secret Yeah, dropin' to wreck a metaphysics The original hip-hop witch doctor The torch is passed from one hand to the other
Sometimes I mean you should just leave it to God Coz in one way or the other we all puppets in this game It's like Life's a loom and the threads are
the King of Spain. And I wear my boots of Spanish leather Oh while I'm tightening my crown. I'll disappear in some flamenco Perhaps I'll reach the other
