Flying to the Canaries on a jet plane
Beautiful islands that form part of Spain
Near to Africa in the Atlantic ocean
Better make sure we have sun tan lotion.
Islands of contrast, volcanic, and green
Tenerife, Lanzarote, each warm and serene
Leaving behind the rain, wind, and snow
Flying above France, and the region of Bordeaux.
Far below the Atlantic shimmers and shines
As we sit in the cabin sipping fine French wine
Food is delivered and served at our seat
I'll give that a miss, looks more like dog meat.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land
Looking outside, the view is just grand
We bank to the left, then right, on approach
Collecting our luggage then off for our coach.
Warm winter sun shines on our faces
Tee shirts and shorts await in our cases
Our driver is Manuel, a fine Spanish guy
I wish he'd slow down, before we all die.
Our tour guide announces our hotel is right here
Thank Goodness for that, I need a strong beer
But what is this? This is wrong I determine
Our lovely hotel is full of damn Germans.
My dislike of Germans is not without reason
They insist on going topless, whatever the season
Now this is just fine if your pert and quite neat
But not if your breasts go down to your feet
Not to worry I say, let's go and explore
Before I ignite, a new second world war
Off to the bars, the clubs, and the sea
Sangria, paella and a welcome ice tea.
Our second day means a trip that I like
Not in a car, a bus, or a bike
No, my friend's we are on a hoofed mammal
Our adventures involve a ride on a camel.
After our ride I need a stiff drink
Nobody told me that the humped creatures stink
Now we are going to a wild west night
This should be fun I say in delight.
As a child I did wonder as I lay in my bed
Do you think cowboys were "Right in the head?"
What was the fun in riding wild horse
I knew I would hit the deck with great force.
My horse wasn't real, I was glad of that
A metal bucking bronco surrounded by mats
I lasted ten seconds on this metal wild boar
Before I was firmly dumped on the floor.
Next it is time to go wet and wild
Visiting a water park, I feel like a child
Down the slides and chutes without a care
Into the splash pool, my feet in the air.
Our hotel is just great, food is just grand
I even have time to play on the sand
I lay on my sunbed, book in my hand
Our holiday is going exactly as planned.
The Germans annoy me and make me see red
By leaving their towels on the sun beds
But don't worry folks, this girl's no fool
I just simply launch them, into the pool.
Swimming was fun in our hotel pool
The water was deep, refreshing and cool
Lazing around on my crocodile float
Better watch out for those German U Boats.
So you see my friends our holiday was fun
A week in Lanzarote, basking in sun
My week was complete when I saw the tail fin
Of Lufthansa flight ten, off to Berlin.
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