Customs Man - Stray

Please Mr. Customs man let my lady through,

I know Mr. Customs man — gotta job to do.

Please Mr. Customs man let my lady through,

I know Mr. Customs man — gotta job to do.

I went to America, I was singing in a band

But you don’t see much of nothing

On a tour of one night stands

On a tour of one night stands

Well I met a girl in Oakland

California by the sea

But I knew without a question

She had come to rescue me

She had come to rescue me.

She took me from the fire burning in my soul

She took me from the silence and she gave

Me self control — Yes she did

Yes she did, yes she did.

Please Mr. Customs man let my lady through,

I know Mr. Customs man — gotta job to do.

Please Mr. Customs man let my lady through,

I know Mr. Customs man — gotta job to do.

When the tour was over, we flew back from L.A.

Coming home to London, better find a place to stay

Gonna find a place to stay

Imagine our excitement when we finally touched down

Find a bed and breakfast place and

Take a look around, then we’re gonna take a look around.

She took me from the fire burning in my soul

She took me from the silence and she gave

Me self control -Yes she did

Yes she did, yes she did.

Please Mr. Customs man let my lady through,

I know Mr. Customs man — gotta job to do.

Please Mr. Customs man let my lady through,

I know Mr. Customs man — gotta job to do.