Spaniolated
From Blueberry Boat
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Lyrics
I was 18 years old, just a research volunteer.
I walked home from the T.C.B.Y. each night with no fear.
One particular starry 11 o'clock I went down by the water,
An old man with a burlap bag said "How you doin' my daughter".
He put me the hole of his old rusty {http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trawler trawler],
And fed me three pills a day to keep me from getting taller.
Learned me the rosary and made me pray to Sant. Iago,
I wish I wish I was back in Chicago.
Up the river to Seville I was rowing and strumming,
on my portable guitar My Fair Lady a-humming.
The pain, the pain, in Spain, falls mainly on me.
The pain, the pain, in Spain, falls mainly on me.
