YO SOY ESPAÑOL

Of all Spain I'm the Don!
I hail from the opulent region
Of wine and of sun!

To build me a castle of fancy
I but need a cigar;
To take for a day to my pillow,
A touch of catarrh.

I'm a general — I that can conquer
Without cannon or frays;
I plan every winning maneuver
While I sit in cafes.

I'm a Turk with my wine without water—
But Inquisitor too;
I am off to the bulls in the plaza
When the sermons are through.

"Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus"—
As I thump at my breast;

"Senor presidente,— a word to your honor,
'Gainst this bull I protest!"—
There's no time for repining,
For of Spain I'm the Don!

I hail from the opulent region
Where they barter and barter forever,
for seats in the shade and the sun!