I bought a fan for my hair, bought a shawl to wear, ay, ay, ay, ay. I feel so Spanish for tonight. Love guitars, even love cigars, ay, ay, ay, ay.
I feel so Spanish for my new Easter hat. I've ordered a fat sombrero, one for throwing away while shouting ole torero. Ay, ay, ay, castanets, play your wild duets like Hemingway. I feel so Spanish.
In Brazil, they do the samba.
In Colombia, they do the samba.
In Colombia, the mambo.
In Brooklyn, a charanga.
In Miami, it's a cha-cha-cha.
But I, I, I, I do the tango while waving my fan. I feel so Spanish.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I feel so Spanish.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I feel so Spanish for my new Easter hat. I've ordered a fat sombrero, one for throwing away while shouting ole torero.
Ay, ay, ay, I feel so Spanish.
Ay, ay, ay, I feel so Spanish.
I feel so Spanish.
In Brazil, they do the samba.
In Colombia, the mambo.
In Brooklyn, the charanga.
In Miami, it's a cha-cha-cha.
But I, I, I, I do the tango while waving my fan.
I feel so Spanish.
Ay, ay, ay, I feel so Spanish.
Ay, ay, ay, I feel so Spanish.
Ay, ay, ay E dreams are divorce.

Ay, ay, ay, I do the tango while waving my fan. I feel so Spanish.
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