Allan Sherman lyrics
Allan Sherman lyrics
"Spanish Flea Lyrics"
Holiday n Heaven Lyrics
I shuffle down past the Third Street Gospel Mission Jesus always saves a place there just for me He's got his own band of angels play
I shuffle down past the Third Street Gospel Mission Jesus always saves a place there just for me He's got his own band of angels play
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
Just a Bend of the Road Lyrics
(It's just a bend of the road) Are you weary and tired of living does it all seem to be thankless giving Don't worr
some great dane,(It's just a bend of the road) Are you weary and tired of living does it all seem to be thankless giving Don't worr
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 wi
I'm Dancing For Your Love Lyrics
I see that guy that you're standing near I know yu think that he's fine He gets you hot with his dancing gear But you ain't
h anti-freeze,I see that guy that you're standing near I know yu think that he's fine He gets you hot with his dancing gear But you ain't
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
Girl Scout Camp Lyrics
Put on your sheets and wreaths... follow in the footsteps of Caligula. Study the logic of Fatso Nero... wine, women and song.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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Put on your sheets and wreaths... follow in the footsteps of Caligula. Study the logic of Fatso Nero... wine, women and song.
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?
sallysally@usa.net