This Is Spain - Kevin Coyne

We got the tickets, caught all the trains

We’re on our way to our holidays again

Everybody knows it’s the time of the year to get some sun on our muscles

On our muscles that are white

We need something to make us brown

Brown as berries, brown

The two kids are wandering round the town

Buying various oddments

Various assorted things

Hope they don’t steal my clothes while I’m away

That waiter looks suspicious, lurking around

I saw him across the way

He was singing songs, evil songs

Clicking his heels, flipping around

I’m sure he is a gangster, someone bad

I’ll have to run back, I’m on the wrong side of town

This is Spain (x2)

This is Spain on our holidays again

This is Spain on our holidays once again

Oh Manuela, you look so well, oh Carla, is it Carla or is it, is it Manuela?

Oh Manuela, Manuela…