The Men Are Called Horsemen There - Sunset Rubdown, Spencer Krug

So you need me to say that I’m sorry

That someone undressed me as professed to me

In Spain with their eyes

Ba dum-bum ba da dum.

I’m sorry 'cause someone told me to watch

And I watched for it all over

Spain with my eyes.

Ba dum-bum ba da dum.

If I’m sorry, then so are you

Cause I, I go where you tell me to.

On horseshoes.

The Casanova ran

Toward the Eastern lands

His cock was in his hand

You got to ride away from him

You gotta ride away from him.

«But if you ride over there

they’ll put bows in your hair

they will stand back and

stare at you to Spain with their eyes.»

Ba dum-bum ba da dum.

It never occurred to me

It never occurred to me

It never occurred to me

That the men are called horsemen there

Oh, the men are called horsemen there

Oh, the men are called horsemen and

I’M NO HORSEMEN!

Oh, the men are called horsemen and

I’M NO HORSEMEN!

Oh, the men are called horsemen and

I’M NO HORSEMEN!

I’M NO HORSEMEN!

And you are no angel…

I’m no horse and you are no angel.

If I was a horse I would

Rush like a leopard.

If I was a horse I would

Trample the shepherd down.

If I was a horse I’d have

Bricks in my mane.

If I was a horse I would throw up the reins.

If I was you

If I was a horse I would throw up the reins.

If I was you… Oh, oh oh oh oh oh.

If I was a horse I would throw up the reins.

If I was you… Oh, oh oh oh oh oh.

But I am no horse and you are no angel…

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh.

I said if I was a horse I would throw up the reins.

If I was you.

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh.

Your hand’s in my back

Your hand’s on my muscles

Your weight on my back

It keeps me from trouble

But oh, oh oh oh oh oh…

But such weights never did stay

In Madrid, did they…

Where someone says, «fuck me» someone else says, «ok.»

You gotta ride me to a pasture

on a ride to kiss all the wings.

Where someone says «fuck me» someone else says, «ok.»