Madrid

Madrid, Madrid, Madrid
When you get to Madrid, my darling
I'm going to make you Empress of Lavapiés
And carpet the Gran Via with carnations
And bathe yourself with sherry wine

In Chicote a postinero treat
With the cream of the intellectual class
And the grace of a retrechero compliment
More traditional than Alcalá Street

Madrid, Madrid, Madrid
A piece of the Spain where I was born
There's a reason God made you
The cradle of flirtation and chotis

Madrid Madrid Madrid
In Mexico we think a lot about you
For the flavor of your verbenas
For so many good things that we dream of from here
And you will see what fine cinnamon is
And start the storm when you get to Madrid