Coyne We got the tickets, caught all the trains We're on our way to our holidays again Everybody knows it's the time of the year to get some sun on our muscles On our muscles that are white We need something to make us brown Brown as berries, brown The two kids are wandering round the town Buying various oddments Various assorted things Hope they don't steal my clothes while I'm away That waiter looks suspicious, lurking around I saw him across the way He was singing songs, evil songs Clicking his heels, flipping around I'm sure he is a gangster, someone bad I'll have to run back, I'm on the wrong side of town This is Spain This is Spain on our holidays again This is Spain on our holidays once again Oh Manuela, you look so well, oh Carla, is it Carla or is it, is it Manuela? Oh Manuela, Manuela...