Caramba from Iron eye by Freschard & Stanley Brinks

CARAMBA

o ay ay ay caramba
o ay ay ay caramba
o ay ay ay caramba
o ay ay ay caramba

when you're swimming in the sea
and i hear you calling me
the pitch of your voice
leaves me no choice

i'm diving head first
through the waves, and it hurts
waves shake my head
just like i said

when we're dining in the kitchen
and you're whinin' and bitchin'
to my ears it's a song
and i'm a-noddin' all along

you've got sand on your hat
and you're stretching like a cat
and your hair, it is wavy
and your lips, they are savory

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