Spanish Flea Songtext
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Spanish Flea Songtext
There was a little Spanish flea
A record star he thought he′d be
He heard of singers like Beatles
The Chipmunks he'd seen on TV
Why not a little Spanish flea?
And so he hid
Inside a doggie from Madrid
Arriving here in the city
Still singing his sweet harmony
As proud as any flea could be
He walked around
As if he owned the town
Humming his pint-sized melody
With his guitar, he knew that he would be a star
And in his own hometown, how proud they′d be
And on the bus, he found a pass
To see the Tijuana Brass
They listened first to his song
Then they all played along for you see
They loved the little Spanish flea
You'll be the rage
We'll put you on the stage
You′ll sit on top of a shiny horn
And at a glance, he knew this was his chance to score
And at once a great new Spanish star was born
And when the brass began to play
The Spanish flea he sang ole
He was the pride of the nation
A singing sensation was he
Though he was just a Spanish flea
And when the people heard him play
They all began to shout ole
He was the pride of the nation
A singing sensation was he
Though he was just a Spanish flea
Sorry about that chief
A record star he thought he′d be
He heard of singers like Beatles
The Chipmunks he'd seen on TV
Why not a little Spanish flea?
And so he hid
Inside a doggie from Madrid
Arriving here in the city
Still singing his sweet harmony
As proud as any flea could be
He walked around
As if he owned the town
Humming his pint-sized melody
With his guitar, he knew that he would be a star
And in his own hometown, how proud they′d be
And on the bus, he found a pass
To see the Tijuana Brass
They listened first to his song
Then they all played along for you see
They loved the little Spanish flea
You'll be the rage
We'll put you on the stage
You′ll sit on top of a shiny horn
And at a glance, he knew this was his chance to score
And at once a great new Spanish star was born
And when the brass began to play
The Spanish flea he sang ole
He was the pride of the nation
A singing sensation was he
Though he was just a Spanish flea
And when the people heard him play
They all began to shout ole
He was the pride of the nation
A singing sensation was he
Though he was just a Spanish flea
Sorry about that chief
Writer(s): Julius Wechter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com