Purple Prose - Mystery Jets

I’m a tourist,

World at my feet.

Across hither and dither

And hither and dither

And hither and dither

Wont fall off my seat.

I’ve a camera,

Keep my photos in a book.

The more I keep shooting and shooting

And shooting and shooting and shooting

And shooting,

The less I have to look.

I’m a tourist

I’m a tourist

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where have you gone

(Where have you gone x3)

You’re an Oyster,

That’s food for thought,

What’s not for sale,

For sale for sale for sale for sale

For sale for sale cannot be bought.

I’m a tourist

I’m a tourist

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where did you go,

Oh Cairo where have you gone

(Where have you gone x3)