John Wood - Misadventure lyrics

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 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 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 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 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 Behind prison walls and gates