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Dancing

How do you know you're a fan of the seventies and eighties in Spain?

Do you remember dancing and laughing to the birdie song?  El Baile de los Pajaritos?

We were all dancing to this song. At the beach, at the swimming pool, at birthday parties, everyone who could move danced to this song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfCAEn3gywk

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