The Boy from ...
Tall and tender, like an Apollo,
He goes walking by, and I have to follow him,
The boy from tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta del sol y cruz. ("crooth")
When we meet, I feel I'm on fire
And I'm breathless everytime I enquire,
"How are things in tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta del sol y cruz." ("crooth")
Why, when I speak, does he vanish?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.
Why is he acting so clannish?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.
I wish I understood Spanish.
When I tell him I think he's the end,
He giggles a lot with his friend.
Tall and slender, moves like a dancer,
But I never seem to get any answer
From the boy from Tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta del sol y cruz. ("crooth")
I got the blueth.
Why are his trousers vermillion?
His trousers are vermillion.
Why does he claim he's Castilian?
He thayth that he'th Cathtilian.
Why do his friends call him Lillian?
And I hear at the end of the week
He's leaving to start a boutique.
Thought I smile, I'm only pretending
'Cause I know today's the last i'll be spending
With the boy from tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta del sol y cruz. ("crooth")
Tomorrow he sails.
He's moving to wales,
To live in llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyr ndrobullllandysiliogogogoch.
He goes walking by, and I have to follow him,
The boy from tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta del sol y cruz. ("crooth")
When we meet, I feel I'm on fire
And I'm breathless everytime I enquire,
"How are things in tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta del sol y cruz." ("crooth")
Why, when I speak, does he vanish?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.
Why is he acting so clannish?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.
I wish I understood Spanish.
When I tell him I think he's the end,
He giggles a lot with his friend.
Tall and slender, moves like a dancer,
But I never seem to get any answer
From the boy from Tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta del sol y cruz. ("crooth")
I got the blueth.
Why are his trousers vermillion?
His trousers are vermillion.
Why does he claim he's Castilian?
He thayth that he'th Cathtilian.
Why do his friends call him Lillian?
And I hear at the end of the week
He's leaving to start a boutique.
Thought I smile, I'm only pretending
'Cause I know today's the last i'll be spending
With the boy from tacarembo la tumbe del fuego santa malipas zatatecas la junta del sol y cruz. ("crooth")
Tomorrow he sails.
He's moving to wales,
To live in llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyr ndrobullllandysiliogogogoch.
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Writer(s): Mary Guettel Rodgers, Esteban Rianido
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