To the stand.
All the way from East L.A., your honor,
Hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man.
Do you know it reminds me of the summertime
In the bungalows of Spain, all night in the park.
Eh, you would hear your music.
It would be on the eighth floor,
But the pongos they reach up there, man!
We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.
Thank you, Pablo, for nothing.
Jesus Christ, what a moron.
No further questions, your honor.
Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings
"Pablo Diablo (Interlude)" as written by Shelly Coburn Norman Bergen
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics powered by LyricFind