Men They Couldn't Hang A Place In The Sun
Seven weeks it rained, from June until July
In August we set out for the equator
I sold my red guitar, Joey sold a red-hot car
We crossed rhe channel hidden in a freighter
We hitched a ride to Lyon in an open Mini-Moke
A drunken driver took us to Marseilles
I could say "Bonjour", Joey knew the law
The rest we memorized along the way
Everything we said, everything we'd done
Every cheque we'd saved, every hand we'd won
We put it all on a place in the sun
Every scheme we'd set, every crooked bet
We came to find a place in the sun
The beggars and the thieves swiftly marked us for a
squeeze
We panicked and booked rooms inside a hovel
Hashish in the halls, whisphers through the walls
We found our hotel doubled as a brothel
We heard of work picking fruit down on the coast
We slipped out of the hotel in the night
When we got off at the beach
We had 22 francs each
Joey kept the money out of sight
Everything we said, everything we'd done
Every cheque we'd saved, every hand we'd won
We put it all on a place in the sun
Every scheme we'd set, every crooked bet
We came to find a place in sun
The agency's address was bar in St. Tropez
Between the diet doctor and the bakers
Hanging from the till was God on a dollar bill
A doorway led straight to the undertakers
The work they had in mind wasn't oranges or grapes
A different kind fruit to be exported
Joey thought it wise to check the merchandise
We did, they ran, we ended up deported!
Everything we said, everything we'd done
Every cheque we'd saved, every hand we'd won
We put it all on a place in the sun
Every scheme we'd set, every crooked bet
We came to find a place in the sun
