The Majorca Song (feat. Ivor's Jivers)

Unos, dos, tres, Suzie Quatro Every year when summer is here I save up m' money and fly To the land of the sun, f*rnication and fun And never let a day go by Buenos knockas por favor As I sniff up the breezes There's a whiff in the air Of ambre solaire And Julio Inglese-as All day beneath the parasoles I prat around on the beach At night I'm p*ssed as ars'oles And incapable of speech But I'm going back to Majorca Back to the prettiest girl that I've seen I nearly went crackers When she held my marracas And they burst her tambourine She was topless I was legless We boogie'd the moonlight away Oh she swallowed my pina colada Oh blimey, oh riley, o-lé I said she swallowed his pina colada Oh blimey, oh riley, o-lé O-lé, o-lé, o-lé, o-lé, O-lé, o-lé me down quick A-ay a-ay, a-ay a-ay, a-ay a-ay, a-ay a-ay I think I'm gonna be sick "Ooh that's better out than in" I don't go swimmin' I just look at the women As I stroll down by the ocean They don't wear vests Upon their chests They just wear sun-tan lotion Buenos knockas por favor Una paloma blanca I go to Spain Get out of my brain And act like a w*nker I wear reflective sunglasses To secretly stare at the tits But I never drink the water In case I get the sh*ts I'm going back to Majorca To get up to m' scr*tum in sin There's lots of how's-yer-father Down on the Costa Brava And they blame it on jet-lag and gin She was topless I was legless We boogie'd the moonlight away Oh she swallowed my pina colada Oh blimey, oh riley, o-lé I said she swallowed his pina colada Oh blimey, oh riley, o-lé But when I get back to Worksop And the sand runs out of my socks I'll dream of that sweet senorita Who gave me a dose of... la dolce vita And a vinto on the rocks