Misadventure – Squeeze

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


Lyric Misadventure – Squeeze