Allan Sherman - Spanish Flea Lyrics

It's good to be a Spanish flea
The Spanish dogs all scratch at me
I make my home in a spaniel
Called Jose or Manuel
Or Juan
And I wouldn't put you on

My summer place is some Great Dane
In Barcelona, northern Spain
And though it rains in July
I keep dry way up high
Cause the rain
Falls mainly in the plain

Ah, but in the wintertime
I find a cozy Saint Bernard
Up the Spanish Alps we climb
Complete with anti-freeze
More brandy, please

I've got a sweetheart flea, cute kid
Lives on a beagle near Madrid
If she can sublet her beagle
I'll make her my legal
First wife
And we'll live a dog's life

But if she refuses me
I'm gonna shout, "Who cares!"
And move somewheres

Perchance I'll fly to southern France
Where any flea can find romance
I'll pack my kit and caboodle
And find me a poodle
And dance
'Scuse me, Rover, which way's France?