Sunny Seville

Sha la la...

She came to the city, my village beauty, of innocent smile

She said he's the painter, then an impersonator, she's versatile

And now she's sucking on dictaphone

The breasts won't leave her alone

I'm back on the pills

She's over the hill

To sunny Seville

Sha la la...

Four bra sizes later, she's all over the papers and having a ball

She married a banker, who dies at the altar, and left her all

Well you could say she's out of luck

And that she never really gives a fuck

I'm back on the pills

She's over the hill

To sunny Seville

I'm back on the pills

She's picked up my bills

From sunny Seville

Sha la la...

I'm back on the pills

She's over the hill

To sunny Seville

Oh honey I'm ill

Pass me the pills

Pick up the bill

She's flushed into faze

And fazed into fuzz

Back in the haze

I'm back on the pills

She's over the hill

To sunny Seville