The ship of fools is coming in Take me off I've got to eat Same old stories, same old thing Letting out and pulling in
Mister, there's a caravan parked out back Restless, hoping for a Christian rider The black book, a grappling hook A hangman's noose on a burnt out tree Guess we must be getting close to Tombstone
The last time we had eaten Was when the flies were going for free You could count the hardships by the open doors But sandwiched in between Were the fishermen who still Wished they could sail from Tennessee to Arizona
[Chorus:] So hold on, won't be long The call is on the line Hold on, Sister's gone South to give the sign
We picked up Dracula in Memphis It was just about the break of day And then hastily prayed for our souls to be saved There was something in the air that made us kind of weary
By the time we got to Swansea it was getting dark Mumbles, jungles, bugles and the prize The tides turned west at Ammanford As if they didn't know what to do But Garnant stood its ground and asked for more
All the people seemed quite glad to see us Shaking hands and smiling at the clock Well we gave them all the message that The ship of fools was sailed Make sure they all got home for Christmas
[Chorus:] So hold on, won't be long The call is on the line Hold on, Sister's gone South to give the signTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
