by Garcia and Reyes
Oh the life of a Spanish lancer
Is not the life of a dancer
It’s rough as only a soldier’s life can be
Si!
We ride all day in the saddle
We’re constantly in the battle
‘Til we’re only skin and bones as you can see
Si!
But when the battle’s over
And the enemies take flight
The tired lancer wends his weary way
To the cheerful village tavern
Where the soldier’s heart is light
As he opens a bottle of sherry or tokay.
Tokay?
Ole!
Viva el vino, the friend of the soldier
Viva el vino, the faithful friend of man
Your dog may bite you
Your horse may kick you
But you can count on el vino, yes you can!
Viva el vino, the friend of the soldier
Viva el vino, the faithful friend of man
Your dog may bite
Your horse may kick
Your wife may leave you
Children grieve you
Viva el vino, viva el vino
The faithful friend of man!
El vino!