This should be sung to new york, new york, by good old frank!
Start spreading the news, we're leaving tomorrow, we've really been a part of it arilla arillas. These crocodile shoes, are longing to stay, right in the very heart of it arilla arillas! We want to wake up in a village that doesn't sleep, And find i'm king of the bar, top of the beach! These little village blues, have melted our hearts we've really been a part of it, in old arillas! If we can make it there, then our happy hearts we'll share, its down to you arilla arillas! (Build up to the big part) Arillas arillas! We've woken up in a village that really treats, us like we're A number 1, top of the list, king of the beach, A number 1! These little village blues, have melted our hearts, we've had a bloody good time of it, in old arillas! Aaaand now we've made it there, we've had our hols to share, its down to you arillas arillas!