Holiday In Spain Counting Crows

Got no place to go
But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico
She's got a bottle of tequila
A bottle of gin
And if I bring a little music I can fit right in

We've got airplane rides
We've got California drowning out the window side
We've got big black cars
And we've got stories how we slept with all the movie stars

I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drink my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new

Hop on my choo-choo
I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit
If you dress me up in pink and white
We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight

She's my angel
She's a little better than the one that used to be with me
'Cause she liked to scream at me
Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree