Spanish Rose

I'm just a Spanish tamale she likes to say
Brought off a boat from the tropics far far away
Which is kinda funny
Cos I come from romantic exotic Pittsburgh, P.A.

Oh, she thinks I'm Spanish?
I'll show her Spanish if I ever marry that mouse

I'll cook the taco and the enchilada
And day and night my castanets will click
The only song I'll sing will be Grenada
I'll be so Spanish it will make her sick

She'll visit in our cozy ascienda
My red hot Chile it will make her cry
The daiquiris will pour out of my blender
And then we dance flamenco, ay ay ay

Watch out for the wild Spanish Rose
The wickedest flower that grows
Her skirt she is split, her hips never quit
That spitfire Spanish Rose

Hey Mrs. P be my mamacita
A real Latina daughter I will be
Together we will shop at the bodega
Then watch the Spanish channel on TV, Hola

And then before long I suppose
You'll help us pick out baby clothes
For Juan and Enrique, Rosa, Anita
Jose and Carmen, Jesus, Consuelo

Mama, you can bet your bottom peso
Some day I make him one terrific wife
It gives me mucho happiness to say so
With me your sonny boy can have a life

So boys now you've met Spanish Rose
The wickedest flower that grows
I'm wild and I'm free, I'm what I must be
Don't worry bout me, Spanish Rose