THAT´S HOW IT IS IN SUNNY SPAIN:

The children of mahogany play,

Overworked donkeys sadly bray,

In the arena the bull rebels,

Whilst torero gaudily excels,

So sad to hear the stray yelp in pain,

But that´s how it is in sunny Spain.

 

The sea is ink, the calamari too,

The sand is gold, the sky is blue,

The Brits are red & far too drunk,

The Costa is no place for punks,

Oh God it´s hot, let´s pray for rain,

But that´s how it is in sunny Spain.

 

The grapes are plump, the wine is sweet,

Too much fiesta, I’m too dead beat,

Castanets click to crazed ole´,

Olive oil flows & virgins pray,

Levante blows across scrubby plain,

But that´s how it is in sunny Spain.

 

Prawns & squid our daily fare,

Spanish eyes & gypsy hair,

Sunny villages baked slug white,

Carnations red, & bull´s blood bright,

I don’t know how I stay sane,

But that´s how it is in sunny Spain.