Kawaba, Kawaba, Kawaba, hey!

I know a girl, lives off the coast of Spain
Twenty-one in the prime of her life
Friends are the most important things she's got
And she don't need much to get by

It's been a long long time since I felt that way
Maybe all the way back to high school
But, lately, I've felt like an old fat man
With her I lie and say I'm a young fool

And we don't really care about much, no
We don't need to lie
We got nothing in common that I can see
We drink on, we drink on, we drink on
And get by

Well, she don't care too much for vegetables
And she hates rude American men
Questions if I'm balding and I deny
And she laughs and she laughs with her friends, oh

But I don't really care too much, no
I don't need to lie
We got nothing in common that I can see
We drink on, we drink on, we drink on