Running away from Scotland In first year of the seventies Fed up with orders and luke warm teams Run away from Italy back in seventy-three Fed up with coppers and the holy sea Died in England in seventy-eight Fed up with rain and the luke warm hate Resurrected in Argentina in eighty·one Killed all the parrots and stole the Sun I drifted to Nebibia in nineteen eighty-four Kept three faithful wives and a gun by the door Had a son by the second and a girl by the first Three got killed by South Africans and two die of thirst I found a girl I could love in the north of Kashmere She left me an old book and a big gleaming tear Bought a gun in Japan and a boat in Dayang Sailed the south china seas, split my head with a bang I met a guy I could hate on the north side of' heaven He said he had eight but I new he had seven Where's the first train baby I need a fast plane Give me my running shoes