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.
Decent homage to what I consider one of the finest English (as in region in south of British Isles, rather than language or mistaken term for entire UK) Folk records of the Twentieth century. Shaggy Maggot
The Shivas deliver a set of righteous three-chord wonders with a mean streak that will always be to the tastes of a certain doomy subset of ‘60s rock fans. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 29, 2019
Some pop songs are easily forgettable... not so, this album. There's a lot more here than a smooth voice... but lyrics that go straight to the marrow of your soul. Really worth a listen... and the few bucks to own a copy for yourself or a true friend. "Sweet Tooth Johnny" Wells