Where the Arabs chew on dates
From the Isle of Dogs to the Egyptian sands
I'm moving carpets through the customs at Dover
Behind prisoned walls and gates
Thinking my journey was going to be over
And I'm the target for a dozen rebel snipers
With fond remembrance of everything with kisses
Misadventure and her mates
Misadventure and her mates

I miss the East End high up on the Khyber
With misadventure and her mates
And said, "Excuse me sir, there's something you've forgotten"
With misadventure and her mates
With misadventure and her mates
Then they discovered a shipment of Moroccan
Where the Arabs chew on dates
It's not so bad though with some beers in the freezer
And I haven't forgot what it's like to be
And I haven't forgot what it's like to be

And stole my wallet with a picture of my missus
From the Isle of Dogs to the Egyptian sands

Where the Arabs chew on dates
From the Isle of Dogs to the Egyptian sands
And something fancy in the air conditioned sleeper
And I haven't forgot what it's like to be