Lyrics

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