| Lyrics: | 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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