In the Land of Grey and Pink - Caravan

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

You 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

You 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