Spanish Armada

The Spanish Armada, Armada, Armada

The Spanish Armada has gotta whole lotta

Great cannon and scoundrels and barrels of beer

To grant thee condition is treason, is treason

The rights of the citizen bring it to bear

Can you hear me dear Pablo, dear Pablo San Frisco

Can you hear me dear Pablo, dear Pablo, my friend?

Have you heard that I've lost both my rank and my station

I need your advice now, I'm nearing the end

There's one time I had a, I had a, I had a

There's one time I had a good woman with me

But I left her, I left her just one time too many

I've lost that dame now to the wind and the weeds

And the waves are a-crashing, a-crashing, a-crashing

As high as a house upon those of us here

And the storm, she is lashing, is lashing, is lashing

Out hard against tyranny, cowards and fear

We hear of great riches, great riches, great riches

From the cold sons-of-bitches who plot where we steer

We hear of these riches just at the horizon

We've heard of these riches for nearly two years