Morning Song
It's good to be a Spanish flea.
The Spanish dogs all scratch at me.
I make my home in a spaniel
Called Jose or Manuel
Or Juan,
And I wouldn't put you on.
My summer place is some great dane,
In Barcelona, northern Spain.
And though it rains in July,
I keep dry way up high
'Cause the rain
Falls mainly in the plain.
Ah, but in the wintertime,
I find a cozy saint bernard.
Up the Spanish Alps we climb,
Complete with anti-freeze,
More brandy, please.
I've got a sweetheart
Evie's Garden
In the middle of her confession
He comes over and calls her name
I wake up, she is crying
I guess he was here again
Evie's tears, are never gonna dry
Evie's secret tears
Burn this bed she comes to only when it's our
We met in a lonely summer
Two survivors of paridise
She ran off when I first touched her
Now she wakes me every night
Evie's tears, are never gonna dry
Evie's secret tears
Burn this bed she comes to only when it's our
Faithless girl, you've been dreaming
Staring at your face is white with fear
Okay now I'm listening
Your not mine and he's not here
Now I'm listening
Your not mine and he's not his
In the middle of Evie's garden
In a simple iron chair
Wind's blowing and she is singing
Begs the moon to disappear
Evie's tears, are never gonna dry
Evie's guilty tears
Burn this bed she comes to only when it's mine
Tears
Evie's tears
Evie's tears
Burn this bed she comes to only when it's mine
Catholic girl, you've been dreaming
Staring at your face is white with fear
Okay now I'm listening
Your not mine and he's not here