作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(difford/tilbrook) | |
Hitched a hiker | |
Up above the border | |
She'd spent some time | |
In morocco and gibraltar | |
And stole my wallet | |
With a picture of my misses | |
With fond remembrance | |
Of everything with kisses | |
From the isle of dogs | |
To the egyptian sands | |
Where the arabs chew on dates | |
And i haven't forgot what it's like to be | |
With misadventure and her mates | |
I miss the east end | |
High up on the khyber | |
And i'm the target | |
For a dozen rebel snipers | |
It's not so bad though | |
With some beers in the freezer | |
And something fancy | |
In the airconditioned sleeper | |
In moving carpets | |
Through the customs at dover | |
Thinking my journey | |
Was going to be over | |
Then they discovered | |
A shipment of moroccan | |
And said excuse me sir | |
There's something you've forgotten |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
Hitched a hiker | |
Up above the border | |
She' d spent some time | |
In morocco and gibraltar | |
And stole my wallet | |
With a picture of my misses | |
With fond remembrance | |
Of everything with kisses | |
From the isle of dogs | |
To the egyptian sands | |
Where the arabs chew on dates | |
And i haven' t forgot what it' s like to be | |
With misadventure and her mates | |
I miss the east end | |
High up on the khyber | |
And i' m the target | |
For a dozen rebel snipers | |
It' s not so bad though | |
With some beers in the freezer | |
And something fancy | |
In the airconditioned sleeper | |
In moving carpets | |
Through the customs at dover | |
Thinking my journey | |
Was going to be over | |
Then they discovered | |
A shipment of moroccan | |
And said excuse me sir | |
There' s something you' ve forgotten |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
Hitched a hiker | |
Up above the border | |
She' d spent some time | |
In morocco and gibraltar | |
And stole my wallet | |
With a picture of my misses | |
With fond remembrance | |
Of everything with kisses | |
From the isle of dogs | |
To the egyptian sands | |
Where the arabs chew on dates | |
And i haven' t forgot what it' s like to be | |
With misadventure and her mates | |
I miss the east end | |
High up on the khyber | |
And i' m the target | |
For a dozen rebel snipers | |
It' s not so bad though | |
With some beers in the freezer | |
And something fancy | |
In the airconditioned sleeper | |
In moving carpets | |
Through the customs at dover | |
Thinking my journey | |
Was going to be over | |
Then they discovered | |
A shipment of moroccan | |
And said excuse me sir | |
There' s something you' ve forgotten |