There was a little spanish flea   A record star he thought he'd be   He heard of singers like Beatles   and The Chipmunks he'd seen on TV   Why not a little spanish flea?      And so he hid   Inside a doggie from madrid   He arrived in the city   Still singin his sweet harmony   As proud as any flea could be      He walked around   As if he owned the town   Humming his pint sized melody   With his guitar he knew he'd be a star   And in his own home town, how proud he'd be      Then all at once he met a man   Who said, "I'll help you if i can"   He listened close to his song   And then he sang right along for you see   He loved that little spanish flea