going down It's how you carry yourself here At the holiday cocktail lounge I didn't talk or say much but I got to know a lot The greatest delicacies of Spain
you're leaving I want to watch the car park empty It's easy when they're strangers to wave goodbye My brother's back off holiday He's been chasing girls in Spain
I've got a friend, her name is Laura We took a holiday, seven sweet days in Mallorca We took a plane through to southern Spain To see the ocean waves
Mr. Nobody I can see through you You've got your car and you've got your house You're kids are very happy in the happy happy house A holiday in Spain
hand Wasting time in numbers and rhymes [One hand drug and faces bright] Bingo-Master's Breakout! Came the time he flipped his lid Came the time he flipped his lid Holiday in Spain
sapnish guitar - lyric As I sit here and play My spanish guitar Underneath the stars, It passes the time away. Each note I play Is a memory of Spain,
On a holiday in Spain, I was travellin' by train. Margarita was her name, and she called me senor. He was sitting next to me, out of curiousity, well
kinda car you are La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I met a funny looking girl On a crowded beach in Spain Her name was Adeline She said she came to Spain
(by Billie Holiday) That bird with feathers of blue Is waiting for you Back in your own backyard You'll see your castles in Spain Through your window
what's going down it's how you carry yourself at the holiday cocktail lounge i didn't talk or say much but i got to know alot the greatest delicacies of spain
you`re leaving I want to watch the car park empty It`s easy when they`re strangers to wave goodbye My brother`s back off holiday He`s been chasing girls in Spain
So I bought her the heroin she needed which kept her off the game Then one of her druggy friends asked me To do the run to Spain "You've got the perfect
Gonna leave today for a holiday gonna get that train, just go to spain my life?s been up & down, i wanna fool around been paying my bills & now i want
As I sit here and play My spanish guitar Underneath the stars, It passes the time away. Each note I play Is a memory of Spain, The melodies they take
I've got a friend, her name is Laura We took a holiday, seven sweet days in Majorca We took a plane through to southern Spain To see the ocean wave's
I'll take a holiday for a way To where the bright lights burn a little less every day I'm going to find a place that's just for me It may take forever
as the ruler and superior of the whole world and the high priest called pope and in his name the king of Spain as lords of this land. If you submit we