Majorca - John Cooper Clarke

Fasten your seatbelts says a voice

Inside the plane you can’t hear no noise

Engines made by Rolls Royce

Take your choice

…make mine Majorca

Check out the parachutes

Can’t be found

Alert those passengers

They’ll be drowned

A friendly mug says «settle down»

When i came round i was gagged and bound

…for Majorca

And the eyes caress

The neat hostess

Her unapproachable flip finesse

I found the meaning of the word excess

They’ve got little bags if you wanna make a mess

I fancied Cuba but it cost me less

…to Majorca

(Whose blonde sand fondly kisses the cool fathoms of the blue mediteranean)

They packed us into the white hotel

You could still smell the polycell

Wet white paint in the air-conditioned cells

The waiter smelled of fake Chanel

Gauloises… garlic as well

Says if i like… i can call him «Miguel»

…well really

I got drunk with another fella

Who’d just brought up a previous paella

He wanted a fight but said they were yella'

…in Majorca

The guitars rang and the castinets clicked

The dancer’s stamped and the dancer’s kicked

It’s likely if you sang in the street you’d be nicked

The Double Diamond flowed like sick

Mother’s Pride, tortilla and chips

Pneumatic drills when you try to kip

…in Majorca

A stomach infection put me in the shade

Must have been something in the lemonade

But by the balls of Franco i paid

Had to pawn my bucket and spade

Next year I’ll take the international brigade

…to Majorca