Mola, guay, ok

Well, I'm going back to España,

Days on the beach and nights in the city.

And when I get there I don't wanna

Have all the girls think I'm just a guiri.

If you wanna know what I mean

I'm gonna tell you how

Just grab a seat at the end of the bar

And buy me another Mahou.

When I'm lost in the conversation,

And I don't know what to say,

I just nod my head and I tell them

Mola, guay, ok.

Well, I'm walking through Malasaña

And I got a beer and an Española,

Who only speaks Castellano,

But she thought I was cool when I just said hola.

I learn the phrases and I pick the best ones

From what I hear and read

And even though I don't know what I'm saying,

They think I'm from Valladolid.

When I'm lost in the conversation,

And I don't know what to say,

I just nod my head and I tell them

Mola, guay, ok.

I've got my Collins de bolsillo,

But it doesn't tell me what to say.

So I nod my head and I tell them

Mola, guay, ok.