These songs about girls do not have the ring of truth about them anymore
We have told all our best stories three or four times now
You're looking at me with thise
Birdy-bright c**aine eyes again
We'll be Gibber-jabber
Jabber-gibber
Gibberjabbering
Another line and Jorge Navarro
Becomes Pica**o
Fantastico
We talk in homilies and mumbo-jumbo
The universal language of the drunkard
Swaggering up Spanish roads with arms around each other
Talking homilies and mumbo jumbo.
Like "Many a word makes a book"
Or " Many a worm makes a pile of bones"
"Far better than sitting at home with somebody else's words in your mouth"
Another drink and sweet Jesus may become Gaudi
"Build me a doll's house out of used bottle tops".
It gets you by
In Madrid
Understood
In Bilbao
You may get lost in Barcelona
But pretty girls will always find you in Valencia.
We sang one last hymn to the sweet, sweet punk rock kids of Spain
They were looking at us with those
Birdy-bright c**aine eyes again
Gibber-jabber
Jabber-gibber
Gibberjabbering
Homilies and mumbo jumbo
The universal language of the drunkard.