' the grooves Goin' city to city with the illest force Spannin' the glove like Wild World of Sports I go to Japan with plans to slam I go to Spain and
coming home Oh, make me feel good Rock 'n' Roll band I'm your biggest fan California, I'm coming home Oh, it gets so lonely when you're walking And the streets
have taken over 3rd Avenue and are marching North. The crowd stretches at least 15 blocks from 44th street to 59th Street. The police have just simply
You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico
And I Need Your Intelligence And Your Hate For Authority But Now You're Gone I Read It Today They Found You In Spain Face Down In The Street With A Bottle
made me grind, copped fancy heat You know, hater time, cat food, fancy feast Dated Nancy niece, she like candy treats Goddamn she sweet, we did the Lancy Street
And here I dreamt I was a soldier And I marched the streets of Birkenau And I recall in spring The perfume that the air would bring To the indolent town
on Jazz Street They were movin their feet tryin' to make ends meet on Jazz Street All the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet on Jazz Street on Jazz Street on Jazz Street
for a bastard just like him! Oh, I never eat there meself 'cause I couldn't touch Wog meat I usually eat at the Chinese caf' that's just across the street
I took three days, to drive down one street The radio on, tuned to the big fleet Invisible planes, crackin' the concrete That's just what some people
's clothes You see me fashion week, front row at all the shows In your favorite fashion magazine, they feature the Queen On the cover of Don Divas, doin' spreads with Eva When we walk down the street
take away the weekend shore leave lovers That flood the ports with drunken tales of far away I'd take away the Eiffel tower I'd take away the port of Spain
up lady" "Fine and how you doing boo" (chick) "Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through "we could sip on some champagne from Spain
I wake up in the evenin', the sun is still around The street seems to be busy, I hear the traffic sounds Last night's been lousy, I had a lot to drink
've been in love, heart and soul But when I hold you, all I know is I've never gone this far before I've walked the midnight streets of Spain The Champs
at ya wake come out of New York And ya body in the Salt Lake out in Utah So you are feel good, leave the country And then all you are, Spain, baggage
[mase] Yo, this go out to radio stations The disc jockeys, college radio Independent market And promotions street team Anybody who put a sticker up Anybody
the chicken to simmer Rice and peas with some sweet plantine Go grab your coat, let's go shopping in Spain As we listen to the man sing 'Andala' We roll down the street