In the land of grey and pink
Where only boy-scouts stop to think
They`ll be coming back again,
Those nasty grumbly grimblies
And they`re climbing down your chimney,
Yes they`re trying to get in
Come to take your money -
Isn`t it a sin, they`re so thin ?
They`ve black buckets in the sky,
Don`t leave your dad in the rain
Cigarettes burn bright tonight,
They`ll all get washed down the drain

So we`ll sail away for just one day
To the land where the punk weed grows
Won`t need any money
Just fingers and your toes
And when it`s dark our boat will park
On a land of warm and green
Pick our fill of punk weed
And smoke it till we bleed, that`s all we`ll need
While sailing back in morning light,
We`ll wash our teeth in the sea
And when the day gets really bright,
We`ll go to sea drinking tea

So we`ll sail away for just one day
To the land where the punk weed grows
Won`t need any money,
Just fingers and your toes
And when it`s dark our boat will park
On a land of warm and green
Pick our fill of punk weed
And smoke it till we bleed, that`s all we`ll need
They`ve black buckets in the sky,
Don`t leave your dad in the rain
Cigarettes burn bright tonight,
They`ll all get washed down the drain

Caravan - In the Land of the grey and pink