The sunny shores of ancient Spain somehow keep calling me back
Again and again and the sound of a Spanish song
Does strange things to me a kind of ecstasy comes on so strong.

Holiday
holiday
I like to take mine the Spanish way
The warm blue sea and the golden sand
Let me do all I've ever planned.

Holiday
holiday
I like to go down down Espa@a way
The scented air with the stars above
help me find the joy of love.

The click clack click of castanets each year they create memories
No-one forgets
and guitars as they play
Strike some special chords that mere spoken words cannot convey