This Is Spain Lyrics & Chords By Kevin Coyne

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...