I Was 18 Years Old Just A Research Volunteer;
I Walked Home From The TCBY Each Night With No Fear.
One Particular Starry 11 O'clock
I Went Down By The Water;
An Old Man With A Burlap Bag
Said How You Doin' My Daughter.
He Put Me The Hole Of His Old Rusty Crawler
And Fed Me Three Pills A Day To Keep Me From Getting Taller.
Learned Me The Rosary And Made Me Pray To Santiago:
I Wish I Wish I Was Back In Chicago.
Up The River To Seville I Was Rowing And Strumming
On My Portable Guitar My Fair Lady A Humming
The Pain, The Pain, In Spain Falls Mainly On Me.
The Pain, The Pain, In Spain Falls Mainly On Me.