Spaniolated Lyrics - The Fiery Furnaces

I was 18 years old just a research volunteer; 

I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear. 

One particular starry 11 o'clock 

I went down by the water; 

an old man with a burlap bag 

said How you doin' my daughter. 

He put me in the hole of his old rusty crawler 

and fed me three pills a day to keep me from getting taller. 

Learned me the rosary and made me pray to Santiago: 

I wish I wish I was back in Chicago. 

Up the river to Seville I was rowing and strumming 

on my portable guitar my fair lady a humming 

The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me. 

The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me.