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

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