| 作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| (difford/tilbrook) | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| 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 |