Outside a bar in Toledo, where you had had
more than your fill,
A man stood rotating a chicken on a flaming-hot
infrared grill.
You staggered up to him and shouted, with
a voice just like a town crier,
You said, "Hey, mate, your barrel organ is
broken, what's more your monkey's on fire."
But the Andalucian gypsies have a saying so
old but so true,
That for every man there's a woman, and my
darling I've chosen you.
Now you never eat peas with your knife dear,
to do so you said was a crime,
Instead you would take a celery stalk and
you'd roll them down one at a time. "If you eat one more dumpling you'll
burst dear," one day to you I had to say, You simply said, "Well pass the
dumplings and stand well back out of the way."
But the Andalucian gypsies have a saying so
old but so true,
That for every man there's a woman, and my
darling I've chosen you.
You used to try to make tea cakes with a recipe
your mother lent,
In my mouth they melted like butter, in my
stomach they set like cement.
You used to experiment daily with different
things that would fill me,
It was just like playing Russian roulette,
I never knew which meal would kill me.
But the Andalucian gypsies have a saying so
old but so true,
That for every man there's a woman, and my
darling I've chosen you.
On a barstool you had a hangover, it used to
hang over the edge,
If a drunk should come in and see you, he'd
go straight out and sign the pledge. Oh my wife is one in a million, often
have I heard that said,
But you are not one in a million, you look
like you're won in a raffle instead.
But the Andalucian gypsies have a saying so
old but so true,
That for every man there's a woman, and I
had to get lumbered with you
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