Misadventure — текст песни (Squeeze)

(difford/tilbrook)



Hitched a hiker

Up above the border

Shed 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 havent forgot what its like to be

With misadventure and her mates



I miss the east end

High up on the khyber

And Im the target

For a dozen rebel snipers

Its 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

Theres something youve forgotten