I fell down in the desert, my head was in a muddle
I woke up in the desert, my head was in a puddle
How did i get here at twenty-five past four
With Aftershock burn on my tongue and nostrils very sore?
To the person who rescued me I say ‘thank you very much’
A vision in combat dungarees. A woman, very butch
She shook her bald head and said to me ‘you gayboys have no constitution,
I’ve had 6 pints 5 shots and 4 pills now I’m off to Revolution!’
She disappeared into the desert with a new story to tell
I crawled ten thousand miles and then into a taxi fell
‘HOME’, I babbled, ‘Please take me home’, to the startled taxi driver
‘Or as close to home as I can get on this damp and crumpled fiver’
His camel with a motor crossed the desert quickly
I closed my eyes and held on tight and rubbed my belly sickly
He drove me all the way home. I mumbled ‘thank you’ through my tears
Then went in my house, and climbed Everest, and slept for a thousand years.
