The Travelling Song
(Tune to be worked out when a guitar is available)
Here we are, we're living the dream
To some a little crazy it may seem.
We gave up everything we had,
Worrying our mothers just a tad,
Travelling may be baffling to those who're not so keen.
All we need crammed in a rucksack,
Oh the joys of having to pack and unpack.
Figuring things out in our own way,
Getting by day after day,
Hoping we don't bring on a heart attack.
Chorus
So, this is our travelling song.
To sing as we're trudging along.
Passing through four continents,
With thirteen flights,
Stinky dorms and lots of sleepless nights.
On the grand scale of things we've got direction.
We just don't know about each little section.
We'll get to the next place,
Find ourselves a base,
Before Robbie gets another infection.
We're never really in a hurry.
And there's not much that can cause us to worry.
Where to eat and rest our feet?
What to see and what's the fee?
Could we stop a minute to buy a McFlurry?
Chorus
So sing along to our travelling song.
And think of us as we're trudging along.
Passing through four continents,
Taking a year,
Struggling not to blow the budget on beer.
We sleep in hostels and cheap hotels,
Some great value others like prison cells.
We've had the odd rat,
Even showered with a bat,
And have had to endure some horrific smells.
Dollars, Yen, Kip, Riel, Baht, Ringgits, Dong,
Always wondering whether it's a con.
But there's no time to fixate,
On the exchange rate,
'Cos we know that soon we have to move on.
Chorus
So sing along to our travelling song.
And think of us as we're trudging along.
Passing through four continents,
With thirteen flights,
Wearing darks to avoid washing whites.
So many countries recovering from war,
Exotic fruits and bugs we've never seen before.
Blazing a heat, a typhoon,
The fun of Asia in monsoon,
Waterfalls and temples galore.
Konitchiwa, sawat-dii khrap, saba dii!
Do I say it wrong, why are they staring at me?
Normally disorder,
When we get to a border,
But things go quicker when you pay a small fee.
Chorus
So sing along to our travelling song.
And think of us as we're trudging along.
Passing through four continents,
With thirteen flights,
Stinky dorms and lots of sleepless nights.
Another day, another country, another language.
What's that they're drinking, what the hell is in the sandwich?
Crickets on a stick,
Frogs still trying to kick,
Is it all too much for our stomachs to manage?
Planning not to work apart from on our tan,
We get around whatever way we can,
Bikes, boats, trains,
Tuk-tuks, our feet and planes,
But will we really let Robbie drive the campervan?
So what's our biggest fear?
Will our funds make it to the end of the year?
And what will we do,
When the year is through?
With no job, no house, no money ... oh dear
[if only travelling could be made into a career]
The chorus one last time now...
Chorus
Sing along to our travelling song.
And think of us as we're trudging along.
Passing through four continents,
Taking a year,
Struggling not to blow the budget on beer.
