Spain Songtext
von Kevin Hewick

Get on your jet and forget
Drinks on board will sedate you
Till you reach the big sweat
Land of Franco and castanets
Hot beaches, hot beds


I don′t like to think of you cooking
All that siestaing around
Is bound to turn you brown
But when you're white you′re much better looking
I don't like the thought of you with a tan
I don't like the thought of you with a man

Will you remember to send me a postcard the morning after?
Send me one of a bullfighter
With lots of barber pole spears
Stuck pin-cushion style in a big asshole
As the blood fans cheer

You′re having a wonderful time
Weather′s fine
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Instead of Spain