There was a little spanish flea
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A record star he thought he'd be
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He heard of singers like Beatles
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and The Chipmunks he'd seen on TV
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Why not a little spanish flea?
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And so he hid
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Inside a doggie from madrid
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He arrived in the city
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Still singin his sweet harmony
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As proud as any flea could be
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He walked around
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As if he owned the town
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Humming his pint sized melody
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With his guitar he knew he'd be a star
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And in his own home town, how proud he'd be
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Then all at once he met a man
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Who said, "I'll help you if i can"
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He listened close to his song
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And then he sang right along for you see
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He loved that little spanish flea
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Spanish Flea
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| Herb Alpert |
