Flying South

Now, one day, I saw in gerona, by a river so quiet and remote
Eight lovely girls from the college, they were all in the same boat
And as they rode in unison by me, I gallantly raised my hat
And I said with a sigh: I wish that I could stroke a crew just like that

Oh, but I'm flying south for the summer, I'm gonna follow the Sun
I'm flying south for the summer, now the mating season's begun

Now, outside a bar in toledo, where marie had had more than her fill
A man stood rotating a chicken on a flaming-hot infrared grill
Now, she staggered up to him and she shouted
With a voice just like a town crier
She said
Señor, your barrel organ is broken
What's more, your monkey's on fire

Big anna from lisbon once ordered a steak weighing nine and a quarter pound
The butcher, he said: Will you take it, ma'am, or shall I send it 'round?
She said
No, I just want to look at it because I've been dieting like a chump
And that's what I've lost, and I just want to see what it looks like in one lump

With melina, I stood on a bus from marseilles, she was hanging on tight by the strap
When she let her pretty white hanky fall on a sleeping old gentleman's lap
Now, when he awoke from his slumber, he saw everyone staring at him
And thinking it was his shirt tail, he slyly tucked it in