Well, I’m going back to España,
Days on the beach and nights in the city.
And when I get there I don’t wanna
Have all the girls think I’m just a guiri.
If you wanna know what I mean
I’m gonna tell you how
Just grab a seat at the end of the bar
And buy me another Mahou.
When I’m lost in the conversation,
And I don’t know what to say,
I just nod my head and I tell them
Mola, guay, ok.
Well, I’m walking through Malasaña
And I got a beer and an Española,
Who only speaks Castellano,
But she thought I was cool when I just said hola.
I learn the phrases and I pick the best ones
From what I hear and read
And even though I don’t know what I’m saying,
They think I’m from Valladolid.
When I’m lost in the conversation,
And I don’t know what to say,
I just nod my head and I tell them
Mola, guay, ok.
I’ve got my Collins de bolsillo,
But it doesn’t tell me what to say.
So I nod my head and I tell them
Mola, guay, ok.
La Hermandad del Cuervo 
Lo mejor es lo de
And even though I don’t know what I’m saying,
They think I’m from Valladolid.
xD
En junio tocan en El Puerto, pero un miércoles 😦
junio es un mal mes para mí =_=
Jajaja, pues a mí me han llegado al alma los coros finales de «Mooolaaaa maaaazooooo moooolaaaaa maaaaazooooo…» Jajaja, qué gran tema! XD