Hitched a hiker up above the border She'd spent some time in Morocco and Gibraltar And stole my wallet with a picture of my missus With fond remembrance of everything with kisses From the Isle of Dogs to the Egyptian sands Where the Arabs chew on dates And I haven't forgot what it's like to be With misadventure and her mates Misadventure and her mates I miss the East End high up on the Khyber And I'm the target for a dozen rebel snipers It's not so bad though with some beers in the freezer And something fancy in the air conditioned sleeper From the Isle of Dogs to the Egyptian sands Where the Arabs chew on dates And I haven't forgot what it's like to be With misadventure and her mates Misadventure and her mates I'm moving carpets through the customs at Dover Thinking my journey was going to be over Then they discovered a shipment of Moroccan And said, "Excuse me sir, there's something you've forgotten" From the Isle of Dogs to the Egyptian sands Where the Arabs chew on dates And I haven't forgot what it's like to be With misadventure and her mates Behind prisoned walls and gates