From my hotel on Gran Via
I’m burning
Prostitutes stand by
A zebra opposite
This building
Where they take
Their pay
We’ve gone down streets
To Sol, Mayor
And Malasana
We’ve eaten Madrid style
Veal tripe
Seen Goya’s various styles
Found café Gijon
The women and girls
In sleeveless tops
And shorts
Make me lame
On Plazo de Santo Domingo
Drinking Mahou
From a frozen glass
My mixed olives remain
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