Mr. Valentine's dead, and he's drinking Manhattans, singing a coal miner's tune. In his daddy's tuxedo and Fred Astaire shoes, he's the best looking corpse
singing That song of the Gypsy Dave It was there in the light of the camping fire I saw her fair face beaming Her heart in tune to the big guitar And
Desert highway to a memory I said that I'd come back for you By the jukebox at the starlight grill kickin' out an Elvis tune Are you waitin' little sister
ultimate possession The game you couldn't lose The voice in the corner The song you hardly knew The terrible admission Some tragic lonely tune Slow the spanish
fancy in the past Her sedan skims along the floorboard Her two pipes hummin? carbon cum Got her wheel out of a B-29 Bomber Brodey knob amber Spanish
the paint, the track's the canvas Find me puffin' tampons on your nearest college campus McEn-Ro, servin' up heat like Pete Sampras Drinkin' Jose Cuervo like some Spanish
free on the day that I'm a dead man -Instrumental Break- Well it took some time getting? used to, being locked in this prison cell But I always hum those tunes
Vegas Still turning All the worthless things We're paying in Pounds of sugar Here it comes Blankets from the Social fund Snooker balls and Spanish
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Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned The old traditional Spanish tunes The Neapolitan street song sighs You think of Italian skies Each nation has a creative
Now I know, "Spanish Harlem" Are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew, but now I know That rose trees never grow in New York city Until you'
cash flow Shifted out the door to the local disco E - where'd you go, not to that ran down pub P - hell no... I was coolin at a club It was spanish night
I see you soon, lets have some fun, let's get it on I have a reefer and some Spanish cigarettes And on the back was written her address Call me up, try me on, tune
will have you under its spell [ guitar ] If you'll hear Spanish guitars out under the stars in Cuba While the dancers are swayin' as long as I'm playin' tune
and in her Cadillac eight Love began to expand I played the part and gave my heart to the Spanish Fireball We wandered out beneath the stars while the old guitars Strummed a Mexican tune
on the day that I'm a dead man -Instrumental Break- Well it took some time getting' used to, being locked in this prison cell But I always hum those tunes