Spanish Fly

So I asked my girlfriend to pretend

That she was foreign

I asked her to imagine

That she came from Spain

And I asked her to whisper in my ear

And in Spanish

And I said if you do this for me

I will never ask for anything again

And she said, "Olé, por favor

Monseñor, matador"

And afterwards she asked me why

That I wanted her to do that

So of course I lied and I said, "No reason, why, what's wrong?"

(¿Qué es tu problemo?)

And she looked down and sighed

And she pulled back up the covers

She said, "You know, sometimes it feels

Like there's someone else on your mind"

"Olé, por favor

Monseñor, matador"

Since that Monday night

Down at the portside wharf

When I saw the flamenco dancer dance her flamenco dance

I've spent all my time brushing up my Spanish

So if I see her again I can stand up tall and cry

"Olé, por favor

Monseñor, matador

Olé, por favor

Monseñor, matador"