Cant stand it when the sun goes down And i'm still yawning in my dressing gown Like an old maid with her knitting I got my mail order shoes today But all parties are a season away And gumboots would be more fitting Sun, is there any chance of a warm change? Sun please step on this rain, i'm going in... sane Things are better in Spain By myself eating coffee and cake I think of all the friends that i could make And i wonder if i still exist New ghosts are living next door I hear their dishes and their feet on the floor Maybe a family... maybe terrorists I don't suppose there's a chance of a warm change? God please step on this rain, i'm going insane Things are better in Spain The sky's endless and the earth has a tan The women kiss you and the men all dance Even the dogs there have rhythm The food hugs you and they drink in the sun The kids play until a quarter to one If they want to, you let 'em Sunlight colours the land in Joan Miro's brain London summers are grand but winter's so plain Things are better in Spain Things are better in Spain