The
Rambla ( R.I.P.)
Was
it here at the Pitta Inn
Those
fascist bastards did ‘em in?
Firing
squad sorts
Tanks
full of gin,
Did
they park up at Hogan’s
And
watch Kentucky FC
Loading
their guns
For
their Bugger King
Before
going on
To
spill some guts
For
patria
And
a handful
Of
ill-starred bucks?
No.
It was at the UGT
Further
down
A las cinco de la tarde
They
gunned ‘em down
Franco’s
blues
Had
come to town:
Calling
time
At
the union bar.
And
now, Che Guevara
Is
a human statue
On
Miro’s star
Wowing
the crowds
With
his joke cigar.
Jaume,
Manuel,
Amadeo
and Alba,
Cheers
to you.
Wherever
you are.
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