Текст песни Misadventure

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 missus

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

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 air conditioned sleeper

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Where the Arabs chew on dates

And I haven't forgot what it's like to be

With misadventure and her mates

Misadventure and her mates

I'm 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"

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

Behind prisoned walls and gates