Men of La Mancha (plus Xmas single)

by The Mockers

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Only released on Rumble Records in Spain for The Mockers' Spanish 2012, this EP includes two brand new Mockers songs (one of which, "Republican Girl" was a youtube sensation), a version of the Broadway classic, "The Impossible Dream," a cover of Los Mockers song "What A Life" in Spanish(!) and a remix of their hit, "Mola, Guay Ok."

And as an extra bonus, this special release includes The Mockers' brand new Christmas single at no extra charge to you, the consumer!

Plus, we've included all the videos we've done for these tracks!

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released 06 December 2012

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Track Name: It Must Be Nice
The sun goes down, the sun comes up
That’s all I know, and that’s enough.
Got no questions, you’ve got no doubt
If you already know,
Then why do you have to shout?

It must be nice, it must be nice
You don’t think once,
So how are you gonna think twice.
It must be nice.

You don’t need proof or even pudding.
I’ve seen canoes on firmer footing.
Your magic wand is just a crutch
You’re not James Bond
You’re the man who didn’t know too much.

It must be nice, it must be nice
You’ll never ask,
And you’ll never get my advice
It must be nice.

It must be carefree
To be so right and to be so certain
But it scares me
That your hand is on the lever
As you’re pulling back the curtain.

Who needs reason, when you’ve got fear
Seven days or six thousand years
There’s just one truth, I guess it’s yours
You’re rolling the dice
How can you be so sure?

It must be nice, it must be nice
If you don’t add it up, you don’t have to be so precise.
It must be nice
Track Name: Republican Girl
Sometimes I wonder what it's like on the other side
When I see them on the cable news they're hard to defy
'Cause every hair is always right in its place
Miss America smiles on a pretty face
They're like a sirens call to the November race
Man, they're looking good.

I want to know what it's like to be holding hands
With a Republican girl
Would I be graduating finally from boy to man?
With a Republican girl
Who doesn't care that she's never looking smart
Cause she's always talking straight from the heart
Would I start to see things in one-dimensional terms?
With a Republican girl

They always seem to have a baby just strapped to the hip
And a little shot of collagen for boosting the lip
Second Amendment is always within the sights
Always confusing right with what is right
Though now and then they're black they're almost always white
That forbidden cute!

I want to know what it's like to be holding hands
With a republican girl
Would I start to preach about taking back this land?
With a Republican girl
Who looks to Jesus for getting her daily fix
She's speaking softly but is carrying a bigger stick
Would I start to over simplify this great big world?
With a republican.....

Must be a grand old party
To be a part of the grand old party
To re-imagine truth while smoking tea
No need for feeling sorry
For those living below the line of poverty
Just vote the GOP and you'll be standing free

Man they're looking so good

I want to know what it's like to be holding hands
With a Republican girl
Would I start to keep my head buried in the sand?
With a Republican girl

Would I start to be afraid of the boys in the band?
With a Republican girl
Would I be giving up spicy leaning more to bland?
With a Republican girl
Would I start to think there really is a master plan?

With a Republican girl (repeat)
I think I'll stick to the way that I see the world
Track Name: Mola, Guay, Ok
Well, I’m going back to España,
Days on the beach and nights in the city.
And when I get there I don’t wanna
Have all the girls think I’m just a guiri.
If you wanna know what I mean
I’m gonna tell you how
Just grab a seat at the end of the bar
And buy me another Mahou.

When I’m lost in the conversation,
And I don’t know what to say,
I just nod my head and I tell them
Mola, guay, ok.

Well, I’m walking through Malasaña
And I got a beer and an Española,
Who only speaks Castellano,
But she thought I was cool when I just said hola.
I learn the phrases and I pick the best ones
From what I hear and read
And even though I don’t know what I’m saying,
They think I’m from Valladolid.

When I’m lost in the conversation,
And I don’t know what to say,
I just nod my head and I tell them
Mola, guay, ok.

I’ve got my Collins de bolsillo,
But it doesn’t tell me what to say.
So I nod my head and I tell them
Mola, guay, ok.
Track Name: (There's No War On Christmas) When Christmas Is In Your Heart
They started up with that stuff again,
I saw them on TV,
Bill and Ann and Rush and Glen,
And all their coterie.
They said that there's a battle raging,
All across the land,
And called their armies into war
But I don't understand.

‘Cause what they've all be saying,
It isn't very smart.
'Cause there's no war on Christmas,
When Christmas is in your heart.

It doesn't really matter
If you use an X or C.
I doubt that Jesus would have cared.
They both spell love to me.
So you can wish me Merry Christmas
Or Happy Holidays.
You're only saying Peace On Earth
In many different ways.

So don't let all those Grinches
Pull us all apart.
'Cause there's no war on Christmas
If Christmas is in your heart.

SOLO

So don't let all those Scrooges
Pull us all apart.
'Cause there's no war on Christmas
If Christmas is in your...
If we just loved each other,
That would be a start,
'Cause there's no war on Christmas,
No, there's no war on Christmas.
I can't believe they missed this:
That Christmas is in your,
Christmas is in your,
Christmas is in your heart.

There'll be no war on Christmas this year...

(That would be nice...)

(In your heart...)
Track Name: (What's A Better Present) At Christmas Time
Another New York Christmas Eve where the empty streets are tucking me in
(Cause’ you’ve gone)
Home again for the holidays baby
But you know that loneliness is not gonna win.

Cause’ you’re mine
Yeah you’re mine
Yeah you’re mine
Oh you’re mine
And what’s a better present than that at Christmas time

My lips are chapped and broken from the East River wind blowing cold
(In the sky)
I watch the planes bound for Idlewild
I wonder where’s the one that’s bringing you home

'Cause’ you’re mine
Yeah you’re mine
Yeah you’re mine
Oh you’re mine
And what’s a better present than that at Christmas time

You know I’m working retail baby
So there ain’t much time for missing you
They say it’s like a winter wonderland
But it’s feeling more like a zoo

When I see your plane cross the Brooklyn skyline
(Yeah I’m catching a cab)
I’ll catch a cab with my heart in my hand and I’ll make straight for Terminal 5

Yeah you’re mine
Yeah you’re mine
Yeah you’re mine
Yeah you’re mine

And what’s a better present than that at Christmas time
Oh yeah baby you’re mine
Yeah you’re mine
Yeah you’re mine
Oh lord you’re mine
And I can’t wait to meet you standing in the baggage line
'Cause’ my holiday season will begin when you’re by my side