Going back to Barcelona With eyes in my neck, searching for Corona My heavy head is aching and it's not the sunburn Once I find my spanish princess I'll return ♪ Oh I will turn every grain of gold sand With my bad sense of love it slipped through my hands My heavy hade is aching and it's not the sunburn Once I find my spanish princess I'll return, return My princess I'll return ♪ I fell to my knees The dream I thought I ceased Was just a bluff And the road was rough ♪ Her broken crown Ripped at the seams Our unborn son Will hear our screams ♪ Corona Corona Corona Corona Corona Corona