Übersetzung: My Chemical Romance. Zwischenspiel Spanisch.
his soul And the townsfolk rest uneasy beneath the guns of Kid Cole And the kid says: "Hey, where's Santa Ana He who could romance the dumb into talking
leading man He said it with devotion, he sounded so sincere And the words he spoke in Spanish brought the female lead to tears A word in Spanish, a word in Spanish
: (A Fine Frenzy) You fingertips across my skin The palm trees swaying in the wind Images You sang me Spanish lullabies The sweetest sadness in your
she danced, and when she smiles It's like an old, old Spanish Lullabye And when she talks, see now her dance It's like an old old Spanish love romance
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up Every man in the dance wanna dance with the queen could I Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up Walk in the party everybody irie, no spanish
Way down in the south of france all the ladies love to dance Kick their heels up in the air snap their fingers for romance While the gentlemen compare
dangle, sinister phantom menace, hansome are my lenses, all in the register, speakin my spanish, clips like banana grips, bananza, dressed fancy in the club, Halle Barry slowdance, we romance
How you say my love in Spanish? Mi amor How you say my love in thug, can I hit it raw? In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor Easy papi, nah
I'm not The A-S-O-N my friends, it's dirty and it's stinkin' [Chorus] [Method Man] I'm not a Spanish talkin' raper I'm _naughty_, but girl that ain'
only one place you can go - Even the Russians go to Alfredo's My heart yearns for you Alfredo Even the Martians go to Alfredo's My heart burns for you Alfredo Romance
my contract Had this cute little blood bitch I knew from high school She said, "You drive a gang porshe but that new Bentley is woo" Man, this bitch was ghetto and had a little Spanish
Che-bong-ta-jovi-mox-nix-tallyho-cucamonga Si-Si-gitchy-goomy-ja-ja-sackio-and-lasagna Kaya-comesta-gringo-no-wanna-wee-wee-pa-wanna Well now son of romance
And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in Thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte What dreams he made for us to dream Spanish skies, Egyptian
stand a chance You stood still while my song played And his came on and you did his dance You kept beggin' me for romance I kept tellin' you that's
(parody of "Spanish Flea" by Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass) It's good to be a Spanish flea. The Spanish dogs all scratch at me. I make my home in a
Your fingertips across my skin The palm trees swaying in the wind, images You sang me Spanish lullabies The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick
warm beer on the hood of an old dodge In the soft summer rain Rat rolls up his pants, together they'd make a stab at romance And move down flamingo lane
