The Boy From...

Tall and slender, like an Apollo
He goes walking by, and I have to follow him
The boy from Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta Del
Sol Y Cruz
When we meet, I feel I’m on fire
And I’m breathless every time I enquire
«How are things in Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La
Junta Del Sol Y Cruz?»
Why, when I speak, does he vanish?
Why is he acting so clannish?
I wish I understood Spanish
When I tell him I think he’s the end
He giggles a lot with his friend
Tall and slender, moves like a dancer
But I never seem to get any answer
From the boy from Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta
Del Sol Y Cruz
I get the blues
Why are his trousers vermillion?
(His trousers are vermillion)
Why does he claim he’s Castilian?
(He says he’s Cathtilian)
Why do his friends call him Lillian?
And I hear at the end of the week
He’s leaving to start a boutique
Though I smile, I’m only pretending
'Cause I know today’s the last I’ll be spending
With the boy from Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas Zatatecas La Junta
Del Sol Y Cruz
Tomorrow he sails
He’s moving to Wales
To live in Llanfair­pwllgwyngyll­gogery­chwyrn­drobwll­llan­tysilio­gogo­goch