Lyrics New Blood, Old Veins - Ian Anderson

New Blood, Old Veins

New blood, old veins, ringing in the new dawn
Like it, lump it, old chips with curry on
Let’s get to it!
Tempus fugit
Time to cheat the coroner
Affordable package tours to the
Land of Johnny Foreigner
New blood, old veins, kids can’t wait to be gone
Next door, jealous neighbours peeping
Through the curtains drawn
Half-timbered Morris Traveller
Pop the luggage in the back
On the ferry, getting merry
Bending over, builder’s crack
Out there, far beyond Victorian
Piers and palisades
Have to toss the candy floss.
No more
Ginger beers or lemonades
Roll on, roll off.
Duty free, Dover, Calais
Wet the lip, a hefty sip.
Cheap
Brandy, jolly Beaujolais
Time to visit fresher places, don’t
Be fearful, we’ll join the clan
Just be mindful of who’s the master
Don’t pinch the sun bed.
Understand:
We’re going mental, continental
Socks and sandals, Tapas bar
Got a phrasebook, bought a timeshare
Lessons in Spanish guitar
Goodbye Blackpool, going
Where sun is guaranteed
Drink it down, throw it up.
Watneys
Red: just what I need
Knotted hankie worn too late
Melanoma’s such a pain
Not too far from hot Malaga to
Luton Airport in the rain