And if one day I should become

A singer with a Spanish bum

Who sings for women of great virtue

I'd sing to them with a guitar

I borrowed from a coffee bar

Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you

My name would be Antonio

And all my bridges I would burn

And when I gave them some they'd know

I'd expect something in return

I'd have to get drunk every night

And talk about virility

With some old grandmother

That might be decked out like a Christmas tree

And no pink elephant I'd see

Though I'd be drunk as I could be

Still I would sing my song to me

About the time they called me