Spanish Flea — текст песни (Sherman Allan)

(parody of Spanish Flea by Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass)
It`s good to be a Spanish flea.
The Spanish dogs all scratch at me.
I make my home in a spaniel
Called Jose or Manuel
Or Juan,
And I wouldn`t put you on.
My summer place is some great dane,
In Barcelona, northern Spain.
And though it rains in July,
I keep dry way up high
`Cause the rain
Falls mainly in the plain.
Ah, but in the wintertime,
I find a cozy saint bernard.
Up the Spanish Alps we climb,
Complete with anti-freeze,
More brandy, please.
I`ve got a sweetheart flea, cute kid.
Lives on a beagle near Madrid.
If she can sublet her beagle
I`ll make her my legal
First wife,
And we`ll live a dog`s life.
But if she refuses me,
I`m gonna shout, Who cares!
And move somewheres.
Perchance I`ll fly to southern France,
Where any flea can find romance.
I`ll pack my kit and caboodle
And find me a poodle
And dance
`Scuse me, Rover, which way`s France?
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