UNOS DOS TRES SUSY CUATRO
ALL DAY I EAT RISOTTO AND POSE AROUND ON THE BEACH
AT NIGHT I'M MULTO BLOTTO AND INCAPABLE OF SPEECH
BUT I'M GOING BACK TO MAJORCA TO THE PRETTIEST GIRL THAT I'VE FOUND
SHE NEARLY WENT CRACKERS WHEN I SHOOK MY MARACAS AND WAVED MY SOMBRERO AROUND
SHE WAS TOPLESS, I WAS LEGLESS, WE BOOGIED THE MOONLIGHT AWAY
OH, THAT CORCA I MET IN MAJORCA
OH, BLIMEY, OH, RIGHT
OLE, OLE, I SAID THAT CORCA I MET IN MAJORCA
OH, BLIMEY, OH, RIGHTLY, OLE
OLE, OLE, OLE, OLE, OLE, OLE ME DOWN QUICK
AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE
I THINK I'M GONNA BE SICK
I DON'T GO SWIMMING, I JUST LOOK AT THE WOMEN
AS I STROLL DOWN BY THE OCEAN
THEY DON'T WEAR VESTS UPON THEIR CHESTS
THEY JUST WEAR VESTS UPON THEIR CHESTS
I WEAR SUN TAN LOSION WHEN A SNOCK IS POR FAVOR
UNA PALOMA BLANCA
I GO TO SPAIN, GET OUT OF MY BRAIN
AND ACT LIKE A SILLY SAUSAGE
I WEAR REFLECTIVE SUNBLASSES
AND PEEP AT THE GIRLS LOTS AND LOTS
BUT I NEVER DRINK THE WATER
IN CASE I GET THE TROTS
SO I'M GOING BACK TO MAJORCA
FOR SOME SANGRIOUS SUNSHINE AND SIN
THERE'S LOTS OF OUTSIDE FATHER DOWN ON
THE COSTA BRAVA AND THE OCEAN


Blame it on jet lag and gin
She was topless, I was legless
We boogied the moonlight away
Oh, that corker I met in Majorca
Oh, blimey, O'Reilly, ole
I said that corker I met in Majorca
Oh, blimey, O'Reilly, ole
But when I get back to Gatwick
With me duty-free and air sickness pills
I'll dream of that sweet senorita
Whose kisses were sweeter than La Dolce Vita
Cos she thought I was Adrian Mills