Golden shoulders, shiny and wet It's been a hot day in the country Beautiful Spain! Never leave me For your music is my home And I dance on your smile
two three four I was a wing in Heaven blue Soared over the ocean, soared over Spain And I was free needed nobody It was beautiful, it was beautiful
In the beautiful hills, way back in Roane Country There's where I roamed for many long years There's where my heart's been tending most ever That's where
provinces of Spain They are spirited and fiery Whether beautiful or plain They are splendid in their vineyards In their languorous refrain And indeed, I would defend for you The provinces of Spain
I was on a train Somewhere in Spain Sometime in the night I drew up my knees In second class And watched in the blue light Strangers beside me Strangers
El Toro faces Don Presarios... El Toro the bull -?- -does not think a lot- of the most beautiful woman in all of Spain. Chorus: I am the matador,
girl who was a beauty queen Most beautiful one to me Straight out of a magazine, centerfold Took a ride on my [Incomprehensible] Puerto Rican, Dominican, Americana And beautiful
The taste of the sheets and the feel of the wine Wasn't I glad that you was mine In the Grande Affaire? Take a boat, maybe a plane Anywhere now, 'cept Greece or Spain
Not for me I gave er whisky And she gave me everything There was a boy, she said Beautiful, eloquent He went to Spain And where he went, she went
Man, oh man, have you been to Spain, Where the joy of laughing people make you happy again? Women so pretty, even more so at night, Where in the street
intrumental A queen wherering a kings crown And if you ever try to hurt her I'll put you six feet deep in the ground 'Cause she's precious and so beautiful
drankin' Oh, now it's really crunk, 'cause y'all silly drink And your girl done got to thinkin' She talkin' 'bout, "Girl you look so beautiful" You
remains of Troy But her glorious beauty shining through On many a gracious peasant girl In picturesque villages far below Winds of Galicia, mountains of Spain
(Peron:) People of Europe, I send you the Rainbow of Argentina (Che:) Spain has fallen to the charms of Evita She can do what she likes, it doesn't matter
see I met her on a Monday And her name was Chill From the what-the-hell family's Relation to free will Yeah she circled my circumference Said she had some time to kill Been combing the beach for a beautiful
see I met her on a monday And her name was chill From the what-the-hell family's Relation to free will Yeah she circled my circumference Said she had some time to kill Been combing the beach for a beautiful
seems (yes so it seems) A knight in shining armour on a charger The stuff of dreams (the stuff of dreams). Mamma Mia what am I to do? All these beauties