Emilio lives in an attic Plays a flamenco guitar Arpeggios fall down his window And roll down fenders of rusted out cars They harmonize with the sirens And mix with that racket downstairs They wander out into the traffic Emilio's misguided prayers The moon is Emilio's mistress On her there's no turning his back Some nights she comes to him naked and cold And some nights she only wears black When the Fundador flows from his bottle Somehow there's always a fight When the moon and the lunatic dance Segurias The beautiful music spills into the night And they dance In his dreams he can see the abuelas They offer him wafers and wine Suspicious Emilio measures The vino against the divine But he never has come to believe them Or accepted their Heavenly host Sabicas and Salvador Dali The saint and the sinner he prays to the most Emilio lives in an attic Plays a flamenco guitar Arpeggios fall down his window And roll down fenders of rusted out cars