From Bye Bye Birdie soundtrack
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I'm just a Spanish tamale she likes to say.
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Brought off a boat from the tropics far far away.
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which is kinda funny, cos I come from romantic exotic Pittsburg P.A.
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(spoken)
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oh, she think's I'm Spanish? I'll show her Spanish if I ever marry
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that mouse.
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(singing again)
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I'll cook the taco and the enchilada.
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And day and night my castanets will click.
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The only song i'll sing will be "Grenada".
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I'll be so Spanish it will make her sick.
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She'll visit in our cozy ascienda.
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My red hot chile it will make her cry.
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The daquiris will pour out of my blender.
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And then we dance flamenco ay ay ay.
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Watch out for the wild Spanish Rose.
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The wickedest flower that grows.
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her skirt she is split,
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her hips never quit.
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That spitfire Spanish Rose.
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Hey mrs. P be my mamacita.
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A real Latina daughter I will be.
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Together we will shop at the bodega,
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then watch the Spanish channel on TV. Hola.
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And then before long I suppose,
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you'll help us pick out baby clothes.
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For Juan and Enrique,
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Rosa, Anita,
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Jose and Carmen,
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Jesus, Consuelo.
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Mama you can bet your bottom peso.
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Some day I make him one terrific wife.
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It gives me mucho happiness to say so.
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With me your sonny boy can have a life.
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So boys now you've met Spanish Rose.
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The wickedest flower that grows.
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I'm wild and i'm free.
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I'm what I must be.
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Don't worry bout me,
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Spanish Rose.
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Spanish Rose
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| Vanessa Williams |
