Never been to Barcelona 
Never knew I had the choice
Even if I did 
Not sure I belong there.
You see I’m a country boy 
Bright lights bother my simple eyes 
Except the light of the day sun
That brings me to life.
But Barcelona sounds nice
Quite clean in spring time
Plus the women speak Spanish 
Even when they protest the annex
Of Crimea and Catalonia 
Maybe that’s why 
Some call it 
In dim irony 
The language of love.