Now that our economy is going to the dogs
Maybe we’ll have flamenco music like they’ve always done in Spain
Maybe we’ll have a champion like Rafael Nadal
Full of passion and the need to prove himself time and again
And maybe Hollywood starts making movies that the world can love
Sad and bittersweet and full of pain
It’s raining in Madrid, tonight
It’s snowing in my head and I’m waiting on my friends
And a sign from the gods to come out and play now that our
Economy is going to the dogs
Now that our economy is going to the dogs
Maybe we’ll sing and dance and make love like they’ve always done in Spain
Maybe we’ll be like the folks in Argentina
Who know how to laugh and take their showers in the rain
And maybe Hollywood starts making movies that the world can love
Sad and bittersweet and full of pain
It’s raining in Madrid, tonight
It’s snowing in my head and I’m waiting on my friends
And a sign from the gods to come out and play now that our
Economy is going to the dogs
Faint dead away
What can I say
Hip, hip hooray
Tomorrow, today
Now that our economy is going to the dogs
Maybe we’ll skip the science and the math and all become painters
Maybe we’ll write poems like Federico Garcia Lorca
Throw away our TVs and our cars and dress like Quakers
And maybe Hollywood starts making movies that the world can love
Sad and bittersweet and full of pain
It’s raining in Madrid, tonight
It’s snowing in my head and I’m waiting on my friends
And a sign from the gods to come out and play now that our
Economy is going to the dogs