A-one, two, uh
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I'm rolling down the runway through the pouring rain
Practicing to roll my R's the way they do in Spain
And if she asks me how I learned it I will not mind saying
I taught myself it mainly on the plane
I'm a goner, Barcelona
I'm so tired of being alone
And I can't wait to leave this all behind
And if I meet some fair Ramona
It'll be just like I've always known her
I'm off to Spain, my true love for the find
She will have a small apartment next to the local pool
And I will stay at home all day while she goes off to school (she's a teacher)
And when the sun sets we will share a bottle of the local fizz
And eat a lot of esquichada whatever the fuck that is
I'm a goner, Barcelona, the capital of Catalonia
I'll find her down the market with her friends
And at her brother's own suggestion
I'll kneel down and pop the question
With a question mark at either end
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I'm a goner, Barcelona
I'll bring the ring and when I've shown her
We'll pick up where we left off like a clan
I'm a goner, Barcelona
Barcelona's where we're gonna
Stroll the Avenida hand in hand
I'm a goner, Barcelona
And she will probably postpone her PhD to be with me in defiance of her family
We'll look out at the shining sea
Pondering the mystery of love