Squeeze - Squabs on Forty Fab lyrics

(Difford/Tilbrook)

I've come across the desert

To greet you with a smile

My camel looks so tired

It's hardly worth my while

To tell you of my travels

Across the golden East

I see your preparations

Invite me first to feast

Take me I'm yours

Because dreams are made of this

Forever there'll be

A heaven in your...

The Indians send signals

From the rocks above the pass

The cowboys take positions

In the bushes and the grass

The squaw is with the Corporal

She is tied against the tree

She doesn't mind the language

It's the beating she don't need

She lets loose all the horses

When the Corporal is asleep

And he wakes to find the fire's dead

And arrows in his hats

And Davy Crockett rides around

And says it's cool for cats

(Cool for cats...)

I never thought it would happen

With me and the girl from Clapham

Out on a windy common

That night I ain't forgotten

When she dealt out the rations

With some or other passions

I said you are a lady

Perhaps she said I may be

Left my ring by the soap

Now is that love?

You cleaned me out you could say broke

Now is that love?

The better better better it gets

The more these girls forget

That that is love

But behind the Chalet

My holiday's complete

And I feel like William Tell

Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet

Pulling mussels from a shell

(Instrumental break: "Separate Beds")

The case was pulled from under the bed

She made a call to a sympathetic friend

And made arrangements

The door was closed there was a note

I couldn't be bothered

Maybe I'll choke

No more engagements

With where have you beens

And faraway frowns

Trying to be good

By not being 'round

And here in the bar

The piano man's found

Another nail for my heart

If you ever change your mind

Which you do from time to time

Never chew a pickle

With a little slap and tickle

You have to throw the stone

To get the pool to ripple

Sunlight on the lino

Woke me with a shake

I looked around to find her but she'd gone

Goodbye Girl