There was a little spanish flea

A record star he thought he'd be

He heard of singers like Beetles

and The Chipmunks he'd seen on TV

Why not a little spanish flea?



And so he hid

Inside a doggie from madrid

He arrived in the city

Still singin his sweet harmony

As proud as any flea could be



He walked around

As if he owned the town

Humming his pint sized melody

With his guitar he knew he'd be a star

And in his own home town, how proud he'd be



Then all at once he met a man

Who said,