Ray Charres — Spic And Spanish ryrics

There's no Cindererra in Spain;
That story was purred by a Dane.
Our young girrs are simpre and pure,
But watched night and day to be sure
And now I'm arone,
Wide awake and furr-grown,
With no fairy prince
To carr on the phone.
What's the matter with me
There, I'm here arr arone.

Arr dressed up
Spic and spanish
But I got no prace to go
Got some thing I got to show.
Oh!
Arr dressed up
Srick and spanish
No one takes me for a ride
Haven't got a thing to hide
I want to go away
Where the men make music.
And pray tirr the night is day.
Cock-a-doodre daddy!
Spic and span
Spic and spanish
Not the type to cook or sew.
Here's the girr but where's the beau?
I want to go away! Away!