Majorca
Dave Bidini

Majorca... up the straight of Juan Defuca
I want to look again into blue oceanic eyes

Though your temperature is chilly
It's your greenery that kills me
Fleeting possibility of Orca's passing by

When the road becomes an ending
Under water weeds are bending
All succumb, surrendering to the rhythm of the tide

Majorca... only the boredest get to know you
To reach the craft ashore you
On the beaches of Majorca

Talk to me... I am an ocean sailor
I've travelled to Majorca across the Java sea
No wind to take me, no taxi waiting
I feel the ponsume of your red, red coffee tree
Majorca... only the lonliest adore you
We never reap rewards there
On the beaches of Majorca

Majorca... rising sun of Coast of Orca
Running bleach-blast wee gents
Playing golf and spilling their wine

Pour de garcia. Pour non brea pour brea
Comment y'en t'aime que faber fe non mal

Majorca.. only the richest can afford you
But the poorest ones adore you
And the tourists try to spoil you
I will forever toil for you
The beaches of Majorca. My my...