My boyfriend could be a Spanish man. Lost and lonely, mother told me "girl you'll find no gain In simple men. American. Take a holiday in Spain And you'll never be the same." If it's alright with you, my boyfriend could be a Spanish man If it's alright with you I'd like to So I did, went to Madrid All cheers to what I found. La Via Lactia in the Malazana, Maravillas, Down. And Julian took us 'round. If it's alright with you, my boyfriend could be a Spanish man If it's alright with you I'd like to He pegged his trousers on a Friday afternoon He rides and English built machine that he can't fix, But he keeps it pretty clean. If it's alright with you, my boyfriend could be a Spanish man. If it's alright with you I'd la la la la like to