Mambo to Puglia

(uno, dos, tres, ¡mambo!)

September breeze is calling out our names

Alex and Paris leaving all the daily games

Packing the bags with summer on our minds

To leave the heavy autumn clouds behind

We are going to Puglia,

oh what a dream

Turquoise waters and a sun that gleams

Good food, slow days,

relaxing in the shade My childhood town where memories were made (¡vámonos!)

Hand in hand walking down the old stone street

Feeling the Italian sunshine in the afternoon heat

Showing Paris where my heart first learned to play

Underneath the olive trees we'll spend the day

We

are going to Puglia,

oh what a dream

Turquoise waters and a sun that gleams

Good food, slow days,

relaxing in the shade My childhood town where memories were made

(sí señor)

(¡eso es, con sabor!)

Italy is waiting, September is here

Paris and Alex

having a beer

In the sunny square where the waters shine clear (ciao bella,

¡mambo!)