These songs about girls

Do not have the ring of truth about them Senor

As we have told all of our best stories

Three or four times now and…

You’re looking at me with those birdy bright cocaine eyes

So we’ll be jibber jabber, jabber, jibber, gibbering

And Jibber jabbering more.

Ah…Another line and Jorge Navarro may become Picasso

Fantastico!

We’ll talk in homilies and mumbo jumbo

The universal language of the drunkard.

Swaggering up Spanish roads, arms around each other

Speaking homilies and jumbo mambo

Like “Many a word makes a book”

Or “Many a worm makes a pile of bones”

Well  it’s better than sitting at home

With somebody else’s words in your mouth

For we are understood and understand.

Another drink!

 So Sweet Jesus may become Gaudi

Building a dolls house out of used bottle tops.

It gets you by in Madrid

Understood in Bilbao

You may get lost in Barcelona

But pretty girls will always find you in Valencia

So we sang one last hymn

To the sweet, sweet punk rock kids of Spain

They was looking at us with those BBC

Birdy-bright cocaine eyes again.

Homilies and mumbo jumbo

The universal language of the drunkard.

2001