New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
New Bomb Turks
Wanna basque in the glory of the laid back way
Walk in, lay down, walk away
There life is for living
Here the living is rare
In this land of stress, this land of fear
So fly me down to Spain
I gotta get away – on a Spanish fly by night
Love it or leave?
The choice is plain as day – on a Spanish fly by night
Convenience costs an arm and a leg
Siesta's charge is staying in the bed
They've got bullfights
We've got the N.R.A
Sick of ducking, I'm steering clear away
Course I'd miss the skyscrapers
The long freeways
From the slums of Cincinnati to the Erie bay
Violence keeps you guessing
Yeah the guessing feeds my brain
Guess I'll stay back in the U.S.A