Rocking in Spain - The Rubinoos

Johnny

Ah, here comes Al

Tommy

Here we go

If you ever plan to get back in the game again

Dust yourself off, hop a plane all the way to Madrid

There’s a marble staircase, takes you down below the street

You’ll find a four-piece band rocking hard and raising the heat

(Where are you?)

You’re rockin' in Spain, oh

You’re rockin' in Spain, woo

You’re rockin' in Spain, yeah

You’re rockin' in Spain

We’re going to the place where rock and roll’s alive and well

We’re going to the place where the fascists and the dictators fell (Down, down)

Punks and petty criminals mix it up to make the scene (Woo)

Johnny, Joey, Dee Dee, Tommy bringing in a new regime

You’re rockin' in Spain, whoa

You’re rockin' in Spain, woo

You’re rockin' in Spain, yeah

You’re rockin' in Spain

Spain

Spain

Spain

Spain

Spain

Spain

You’re rockin' in Spain, whoa

You’re rockin' in Spain, woo

You’re rockin' in Spain, whoa, yeah (Oh, yeah)

You’re rockin' in Spain

You’re rockin' in Spain, woo-hoo

You’re rockin' in Spain (Goin' to Portugal)

You’re rockin' in Spain

Spain

Spain

Yeah