Of all Spain I'm the Don!
I hail from the opulent region
Of wine and of sun!
To build me a castle of fancy
I but need a cigar;
To take for a day to my pillow,
A touch of catarrh.
I'm a general — I that can conquer
Without cannon or frays;
I plan every winning maneuver
While I sit in cafes .
I'm a Turk with my wine without water —
But Inquisitor too;
I am off to the bulls in the plaza
When the sermons are through.
" Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus " —
As I thump at my breast;
" Senor presidente , — a word to your honor,
'Gainst this bull I protest! " —
There's no time for repining,
For of Spain I'm the Don!
I hail from the opulent region
Where they barter and barter forever, for seats in the shade and the sun!