VIVA ESPANIA

Holidaying in Spain
Again and again
Walking on the playa
With eyes like Russ Meyer (RIP)

Fueled with cerveza
And carne a la braza
Withy a torso burning slowly
Next to Catholics feeling holy

Up all night
With a senorita in my sight
Trying not to be too strange
With my cultural interchange

Facing up to my torro
Like a middle England Zorro
Drinking bottles of vino
Like an alcoholic latino

Eating flamencine
With a nubile Spanish teen
It’s the bars where I’ll be lurking
This certainly beats working