Lyrics Majorca - John Cooper Clarke

Majorca

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