Four of us set off for Spain - from Luton on a plane.
We travelled with some 'golfers'
whom we
never saw again!
We landed there quite late at night -
then a taxi home we took.
Where Phylis switched the telly on then we heard her screech "WOW LOOK!"
We all rushed in to see her there with
her both eyes open wide
A man lay there on the TV with two females by his side.
This dirty old man was laid out there just
in his birthday suit
And I can't write down all the things they did with that piece of kiwi fruit!!!
When they'd seen enough my 'two girls' said
that they were going out
To see what was close at hand and if
there
were any shops about.
It wasn't long before they found a
nearby Karaoke Bar -
So every night when we went out -
we didn't have to go too far!
First day of our holiday we dandered
‘round Fuengirola town
Low and behold - down Fish Alley
- O'Brian's Irish Bar we found!
We all sat down to rest our feet and to
have a drink or two -
Then Cora had a great big surprise when
she arrived back from the loo!
Her 'girls' bought her a fluffy drink and
said"Now you must drink that down!"
She supped it with her Sangria -
(the stupid, silly clown!!!)
In the flat at evening time she then threw
up all she'd drank
Then golloped down a huge Big Mac
- next day - that bathroom stank!
We thought we must book a trip so Morocco we could see
We never guessed that when we'd get there - somewhere else we'd rather be!!
They traipsed us round their market place - such a stench we all could smell
The more we saw and the more we heard - we thought "we're surely now in hell!"
At long last we all sat down on velvet cushions in the Old Kasbah to eat
With song and dance to amuse us all - we thought "At last - a decent treat!"
But they give us soup that was filled with slime and kebabs on a red-hot rod,
Then a cuscus dish with some chicken bits and carrots that looked like an old man's Kn***!!!
They followed this with some sticky bits and a glass of some hot mint tea
But we said "No thanks" then got the boat and sailed back across the sea!
Nor for us the lure of the old Yashmak or the sound of the Bongo Drum
So we headed back to an Ulster Fry - and couple of pints so we wouldn't feel so glum!
On that trip we met a silly old trout with some high-fluting airs
With her Irish maid at her beck and call she attracted some heavy stares!
She told Phylis that she had no time to go home to "change her drawers!"
As she was "auf to Marrakech" - if you ask me - best place for that dinasaurus!!
