| Song | Spanish Flea |
| Artist | Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass |
| Album | Going Places |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Wechter | |
| There was a little spanish flea | |
| A record star he thought he'd be | |
| He heard of singers like | |
| Beetlesand | |
| The Chipmunks he'd seen on | |
| TVWhy not a little spanish flea? | |
| And so he hid | |
| Inside a doggie from madrid | |
| He arrived in the city | |
| Still singin his sweet harmony | |
| As proud as any flea could be | |
| He walked around | |
| As if he owned the town | |
| Humming his pint sized melody | |
| With his guitar he knew he'd be a star | |
| And in his own home town, how proud he'd be | |
| Then all at once he met a man | |
| Who said, "I'll help you if i can" | |
| He listened close to his song | |
| And then he sang right along for you see | |
| He loved that little spanish flea |
| zuo qu : Wechter | |
| There was a little spanish flea | |
| A record star he thought he' d be | |
| He heard of singers like | |
| Beetlesand | |
| The Chipmunks he' d seen on | |
| TVWhy not a little spanish flea? | |
| And so he hid | |
| Inside a doggie from madrid | |
| He arrived in the city | |
| Still singin his sweet harmony | |
| As proud as any flea could be | |
| He walked around | |
| As if he owned the town | |
| Humming his pint sized melody | |
| With his guitar he knew he' d be a star | |
| And in his own home town, how proud he' d be | |
| Then all at once he met a man | |
| Who said, " I' ll help you if i can" | |
| He listened close to his song | |
| And then he sang right along for you see | |
| He loved that little spanish flea |
| zuò qǔ : Wechter | |
| There was a little spanish flea | |
| A record star he thought he' d be | |
| He heard of singers like | |
| Beetlesand | |
| The Chipmunks he' d seen on | |
| TVWhy not a little spanish flea? | |
| And so he hid | |
| Inside a doggie from madrid | |
| He arrived in the city | |
| Still singin his sweet harmony | |
| As proud as any flea could be | |
| He walked around | |
| As if he owned the town | |
| Humming his pint sized melody | |
| With his guitar he knew he' d be a star | |
| And in his own home town, how proud he' d be | |
| Then all at once he met a man | |
| Who said, " I' ll help you if i can" | |
| He listened close to his song | |
| And then he sang right along for you see | |
| He loved that little spanish flea |