As I sit here and play
my spanish guitar
underneath the stars,
it passes the time away.
Each note I play
is a memory of Spain,
the melodies they take me
back there again.
So as I sit here and play
on my old spanish guitar,
each note I play
just sails away.
And it brings me closer
to that spanish senorita.
Oh, she's so far away.
As I sit here and play
underneath the stars,
it passes the time away
and brings me closer
to my spanish holiday.