How I long to order paella
And a large glass of sparkling wine
Sitting under a yellow umbrella
In the sun, looking simply divine
Oh I'd love to order paella
And to sit at a harbour cafe
With a dark and mysterious fella
Who is willing and able to pay
We would share our delicious paella
Let the juices run over our chin
And while smoking a long panatella
He'd tell me of places he'd been
Of strange places he'd eaten paella
Desert islands and shipwrecked at sea
How he'd fished off the coast of Marbella
But now has eyes only for me
It's a dream of mine, eating paella
In a warm garlic haze by the sea
But we English still fear salmonella
Just grilled fish and a few chips for me!
Submitted by Pam Egan
York
Updated: 12:16 Thursday, March 07, 2002
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