Lyrics
(CN.C.)There was a (Bb)lit tle (Am7)Span ish (D7)flea.
A rec ord (C7)star he thought he’d be.
He’d heard of (Bb)sing ers like (Eb)Bea tles, (Ab)The (Db)Chip munks he’d (Gb)seen on (B)T.
(F)V.
(CN.C.)Why not a lit tle Span ish (Bb)flea?
And (Am7)so he (D7)hid
in side a (C7)dog gie from Ma drid,
ar riv ing (Bb)here in the (Eb)cit y (Ab)still (Db)sing ing his (Gb)sweet har (B)mo (F)ny,
(CN.C.)as broke as an y flea could (Bb)be.
(CN.C.)He walked a (Eb)round as if he owned the town, hum (Eb7)ming his (Ab)pint size (Eb7)mel o (G)dy.
With (Eb7)his (Ab7)gui (Db)tar he knew he’d be a star, and (Db7)in his (Gb)old home town how (F7)proud they’d be!
(CN.C.)Then all at (Bb)once he (Am7)met a (D7)man
who said, “I’ll (C7)help you if (C9)I can.
He list ened (Bb)first to his (Eb)song, then (Ab)he (Db)sang right a (Gb)long, for (B)you (F)see,
(CN.C.)he loved the lit tle Span ish (Bb)flea.
(CN.C.)“You’ll be the (Eb)rage.
I’ll put you on the stage in (Eb7)cos tumes (Ab)like you’ve (Eb7)nev er (G)worn.” Well, (Eb7)at (Ab7)a (Db)glance he knew this was his chance.
Yes, (Db7)all at (Gb)once a Span ish (F7)star was born.
(CN.C.)For when the (Bb)peo ple (Am7)heard him (D7)play
they all be (C7)gan to shout, (C9)“O lé.”
He was the (Bb)pride of the (Eb)na tion, (Ab)a (Db)sing ing sen (Gb)sa tion (B)was (F)he,
(CN.C.)he loved the lit tle Span ish (Bb)flea.
(CN.C.)“You’ll be the though he was just a (Gb7)Span (F7)ish (Bb)Flea.
Spanish Flea by Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass
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Easy piano arrangement in the key of Eb at 130 BPM. Difficulty: medium. Color-coded notes — no sheet-reading skill required.