Spanish Rice
She said my voice was full of agony
Then she sat right down and threw her arms around me.
We crossed that river after midnight
And it seems like a pretty good start
I never knew a bowl of Spanish rice
Could heal my broken heart
Now she moves just like a gypsy to me
And some nights she’ll sit on down
She’ll ask me how my kingdom is doing
And offers me a crown shot
The best, all the best she says the best is always nice
Sometimes the best gets served with a bowl of Spanish rice on the side maybe tonight
She makes it from a box
She serves in a bowl
There’s never anything more
She always leaves me full
I get me some sugar sometimes
I wouldn’t mind some spice
You can’t always get the best Dave
But the best is always nice
The night is darkest boy
And the dawn is coming with some price
But she knows I’d sell this tattered soul
For one more bowl of Spanish rice
Maybe tonight
Hell, any night!!
She makes it from a box
She serves it in a bowl
There’s never anything more
She always leaves me full.
