Classic Poem

(with Sammy Lerner)

VERSE

Land of fandangoes,
Where all the gang goes hotcha,
Land of the sweet muchacha
And of the sweet refrain.
There you will find a sort of a kind of loafer,
All of the tourists go for,
When they arrive in Spain.

REFRAIN 1

In company his manner's grand,
Upon his knee he'll kiss your hand
And when your rings are gone, make no mistake,
Blame Spanish Jake.
He sends you flow'rs, you get a thrill;
But with the thrill you get a bill.
And in the zoo you'll never meet a snake
Like Spanish Jake.
His reputation's black as ink is,
He and his half-brother Pincus,
They have guns with many notches —
That's from swatting those cucarochas.
What a man and what a life,
He says someday he'll take a wife.
But he forgets to say whose wife he'll take,
That's Spanish Jake.

REFRAIN 2

Six feet tall from shoes to hat,
Without a hat he's half of that.
So if you meet a worm, make no mistake,
That's Spanish Jake.
A medal hangs upon his chest,
He got it when he bought the rest,
So if you want to meet the latest fake,
Meet Spanish Jake.
He is on a rigid diet,
Eats food only when you buy it.
Even bulls refuse to fight him,
They're afraid that he's gonna bite 'em.
He would play a steel guitar
If he could steal a steel guitar.
He's got the kind of neck you'd like to break,
That's Spanish Jake.