Purple Prose
I'm a tourist
World at my feet
Across hither and dither
And hither and dither
And hither and dither
Won't fall off my seat
I've a camera
Keep my photos in a book
The more I keep shooting and shooting
And shooting and shooting
And shooting and shooting
The less I have to look
I'm a tourist
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where have you gone?
You're an oyster
And that's food for thought
What's not for sale
For sale, for sale
For sale, for sale
For sale, for sale
Cannot be bought
I'm a tourist
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where did you go?
Oh Cairo, where have you gone?