Home from her holidays, smitten and in a daze
She says it's just a phase, you'll see
I've only a guitar, he owns a tapas bar
Now she's forever starved, hungry

She's with that, oh!
Spanish prat, oh!
Always, always, always

On the Costa Blanca sands
Paella, new fella
His chorizo in her hands
With Señor Benidorm

I bought her tortilla, she's fraught and angrier
Slurping a Sangria, nightmare
It can't be over yet
She says I am sorry pet
And nicked off
On Easyjet back there

She's with that, oh!
Spanish prat, oh!
Always, always, always

On the Costa Blanca sands
With Señor Benidorm

Now I was outta luck
I've no recipe book
And she knows
I cannot cook pinchos
Off to his Spanish pad
I knew that I'd been had
It's over now, it's adiós

She's with that, oh!
Spanish prat, oh!
Always, always, always

On the Costa Blanca sands
Paella, new fella
His chorizo in her hands
With Señor Benidorm

On the Costa Blanca sands
Paella, new Fella
His chorizo in her hands
With Señor Beni...
Señor Benidorm