Well, I’m going back to España,
Days on the beach and nights in the city.
And when I get there I don’t wanna
Have all the girls think I’m just a guiri.
If you wanna know what I mean
I’m gonna tell you how
Just grab a seat at the end of the bar
And buy me another Mahou.

When I’m lost in the conversation,
And I don’t know what to say,
I just nod my head and I tell them
Mola, guay, ok.

Well, I’m walking through Malasaña
And I got a beer and an Española,
Who only speaks Castellano,
But she thought I was cool when I just said hola.
I learn the phrases and I pick the best ones
From what I hear and read
And even though I don’t know what I’m saying,
They think I’m from Valladolid.

When I’m lost in the conversation,
And I don’t know what to say,
I just nod my head and I tell them
Mola, guay, ok.

I’ve got my Collins de bolsillo,
But it doesn’t tell me what to say.
So I nod my head and I tell them
Mola, guay, ok.