Marsha
was the girl from Letterkenny when I saw her
it was such a holy feast
She came
walking down the foggy lane into the morning
of a warm September day
Shirley, she lived down the way I met her in Tobago
she was such a sight to see
Brown skin
a bathing beauty with wild dreadlocks
and I loved her like the Lady from Athina
Mandy
I would walk a 1000 miles my soul is burned out
since I left your house in France
I can′t
find no sleep until the dawning need you so bad
you′re my living phantasy
Sorry
but I need to cross the ocean ′cause tomorrow
I will be in paradise
Tell me
I′m the greatest king of fools there′s only one girl
and that′s my Lady in Athina