(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 spaniel
Called Jose or Manuel
Or Juan,
And I wouldn't put you on
My summer place is some great dane,
In Barcelona, northern Spain
And though it rains in July,
I keep dry way up high
'Cause the rain
Falls mainly in the plain
Ah, but in the wintertime,
I find a cozy saint bernard
Up the Spanish Alps we climb,
Complete with anti-freeze,
More brandy, please
I've got a sweetheart flea, cute kid
Lives on a beagle near Madrid
If she can sublet her beagle
I'll make her my legal
First wife,
And we'll live a dog's life
But if she refuses me,
I'm gonna shout, "Who cares!"
And move somewheres
Perchance I'll fly to southern France,
Where any flea can find romance
I'll pack my kit and caboodle
And find me a poodle
And dance
'Scuse me, Rover, which way's France?