Barcelona I Still Long To Hold Her Once More,
Oh My Boots Of Leather From Europe I Gather
You Know, Know Every Time You Have To
Go Shut My Eyes And You Know I′ll Be
Lying Right By Your Side In Barcelona A
Native Man Sang In A Foreign Tongue I Still
Ache To Know The Song That He Sung Barcelona
Every Time You Have To Go Shut My
Eyes And You Know I'll Be Lying Right By
Your Side In Barcelona Every Time You Have
To Go Shut My Eyes And You Know I′ll
Be Lying Right By Your Side In Barcelona
Barcelona, Oh-oh-oh Barcelona, Oh-oh, Oh-oh Every Time You
Have To Go Shut My Mind And You Know
I'll Be Lying Right By Your Side In Barcelona