Spanish Rose

I'm just a Spanish tamale she likes to say

Brought off a boat from the tropics far far away

Which is kinda funny

?Cos I come from romantic exotic Pittsburgh, P.A.

Oh, she thinks I'm Spanish?

I'll show her Spanish if I ever marry that mouse

I'll cook the taco and the enchilada

And day and night my castanets will click

The only song I'll sing will be ?Grenada?

I'll be so Spanish it will make her sick

She'll visit in our cozy ascienda

My red hot Chile it will make her cry

The daiquiris will pour out of my blender

And then we dance flamenco, ay ay ay

Watch out for the wild Spanish Rose

The wickedest flower that grows

Her skirt she is split, her hips never quit

That spitfire Spanish Rose

Hey Mrs. P be my mamacita

A real Latina daughter I will be

Together we will shop at the bodega

Then watch the Spanish channel on TV, Hola

And then before long I suppose

You'll help us pick out baby clothes

For Juan and Enrique, Rosa, Anita

Jose and Carmen, Jesus, Consuelo

Mama, you can bet your bottom peso

Some day I make him one terrific wife

It gives me mucho happiness to say so

With me your sonny boy can have a life

So boys now you've met Spanish Rose

The wickedest flower that grows

I'm wild and I'm free, I'm what I must be

Don't worry bout me, Spanish Rose