Con El Tirín Tin Tin

Hey, no bandit can move me from here
The cave is big and it ain't raining
I've got them scared stiff
Look, they talk, oh!
Just like a bunch of chickens
With the tirin tin tin of the storm
Come on over to my spot
Hey there, bandit
If you dare
I've got well water
Cooler than snow
Oh, what a party!!
I've got olives and they're from Almería
And little oranges from China
Muscats from the vine and two blunderbusses
That blast in time with my guitar
I laugh at them all, oh, I laugh at them all
And you're already shivering from the cold