senor benidorm

home from her holidays smitten and in a daze

she says it's just a phase

you'll see

i've only a guitar

he owns a tapas bar

now she's forever starved

hungry

she's with that

ohhh

spanish prat

ohhh

always

always

always

on the costa blanca sands

paella

new fella

his chorizo in her hands

with senor benidorm

i bought her tortilla

she's fraught and angrier

slurping a sangria

nightmare

it can't be over yet

she says i am sorry pet

and nicked off on easyjet back there

she's with that

ohhh

spanish prat

ohhh

always

always

always

now i was outta luck

i've no recipe book and she knows

i cannot cook pinchos

off to his spanish pad

i knew that i'd been had

it's over now

it's adios