Al Pujarra
My wife is in trauma
but I’m in Granada
eating Caracoles.
The kid is on Crack
I’ve just got the sack
but in Granada
there’s great Guacamole.
The other one’s wasting
hasn’t eaten for ages
says she dyslexic
can’t read the packet
but by the Alhambra
the Chicken’s fantastic.
My lover is worried
about her mother
but I don’t see
that’s to do with me
and this Flan of El Moro
is really sweet.
Here in Granada
I haven’t a Euro
with a wind you can’t fight
and a hill for the night
when the Jefe’ finds out
this Scouser will swing.
So give them a canto
and order a tazo
they can’t kill a dancer
I’m drinking Lepanto
I’m smoking a Puro
By Tony Wailey