and let your baton twirl Champagne corks were bursting in the air Gave prove through the night, my girls were still there I'm a drum major, leading
the races It's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny It's not funny, when you have a show and thousands come And your drummer bring the sticks but forgets his drums
in Spain Well you loved me but you still lost me Treated me such away-ay-ay I'll make the money but the money made me It was all the same in spain Well
January, 1992 - Just performed in Santiago de Compostella in the Galician area of Spain...misty and lush as we arrived from more arid areas of the country
you're spunkier nor tea oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober Now brave boys we're off for marching off to Portugal and Spain Drums are beating,
Now brave boys, we're on the march Off to Portugal and Spain Drums are beating, banners flying The Devil at home will come tonight So it's go, fare thee
the round drum And keep in tempo with the cries of the Ancient San Su Warrior takin out the plaintiff This ill crush like skulls in Spain and running
You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico
Now brave boys, we're on the march off to Portugal and Spain Drums are beating, banners flying the Devil at home will come tonight so it's go, fare thee
a surfer shirt full a parakeets It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where the moon eyed dream He was hot to trot and he beat a lot on his drum machine
walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike willis (lead vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Arthur barrow (bass, vocals) Ed mann (percussion) Vinnie colaiuta (drums
, vocals) Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals) Terry bozzio (drums
away to sunny Spain? Oh! Look out de window, an' see how I'm standin' in de rain! My heart seems to pump like a wild jungle drum, my head is spinning
got loose They got lovin' back to [Incomprehensible] root We got wild upon the roof Enter live, we'll get with you People loved it in the Spain All the
bones And discovered it already had a name They called it Cayo Hueso They came to Cayo Hueso It was Cayo Hueso It was the king of Spain's It was Cayo
Here's forty shillings on the drum To those who volunteer to come To list to fight the foe today Over the hills and far away chorus: O'er the hills and
on the races IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY - when you have a show and thousands come and your drummer bring the sticks, but forgets his drums
and let your baton twirl Champagne corks were bursting in the air Gave prove through the night, my girls were still there I'm a drum major, leading you
