Sat in a back alley, snooping chats,
You juggle with red wine balloons
As I grab plans from spanish cats,
At midnight we're digging blue lagoons.

Cheers, cheers my sweet mate,
Fantasy smear, fleeting face to face
Cheers my sweet mate, we're in Bilbao.

Oh one more drink, I'll cheer you,
Let the crowd say, let the bank win,
Let the dust spray, make it come true,
Oh one more glass, you're like my twin.

Cheers, cheers my sweet mate,
Fantasy smear, fleeting face to face
Cheers my sweet mate, we're in Bilbao.

Your elbow's dancing, bystanders don't see,
Jam-packed bars orchestrate our moments,
Each of your words takes flight brightly
And in your breath I found new guidances.

Waitress is cleaning-up our half-light mess,
I stumble, trying to catch your broad grin.
Partiers will raise their eyebrows unless
We make up a mad Fadango with no tailspin...

Cheers, cheers my sweet mate,
Fantasy smear, fleeting face to face
Cheers my sweet mate, cheers, cheers...
Correct  |  Mail  |  Print  |  Vote

Bilbao Cheers Lyrics

Bilbao Dust – Bilbao Cheers Lyrics