CAPO 3 ear).ile) le [A]ea. [A] E . y). yed. Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now. I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant. She would have sent blue shivers down the wall. But she didn't grace our table. In fact, she wasn't there at all. Yes, and her legs went on forever. Like staring up at infinity. Her heart was spinning to the west-lands and she didn't care to be that night in Budapest. Hot night in Budapest. Words and music by IAN ANDERSON TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JI (xguitar.com)