One night in Greece with an american
with no stars and the moon
and some friends on the beach
a fire to cook fish
a guitar full of sand
so many bottles of drink
we drunk, each one of us
we raised toasts to our mothers
we raised toasts to each other
we praised God on high
we praised everything in sight
while the night loomed larger
the sea grew louder
and the fire went out and
we were left high and dry
I took the hand of the girl from
New York City
so we could leave the beach to be alone
we climbed some rock and found a path
stumbled on until we found a level
patch of grass- she was beautiful
she was raven haired
she was tall but she could hardly stand at all
she was beautiful, she was raven haired
she was tall but she could hardly stand at all...

One night in Greece with an american
who said while I'm in Greece I don't give a damn
with no starsin the moon and the sea far below
She flung her hands round my neck and scrambled up my back
I whirled her round and round eyes open eyes shut It made no difference
We shouted at the top of our voices
dizzy I'm so Dizzy then
We came apart fell back reeling on our ass
and I banged my head, that was me out cold
I woke up in the morning a hundred years old
I was stiff I was aching
either dying or dead, if I'd moved to the
left I would have been dead
I was inches from death from a hundred foot drop
looking up at me were the meanest rocks
and the girl was gone
I went down to the beach
She was there
There was no worry
She was fast asleep yeah.....

One night in Greece and I am telling you Benjiman
I swore I'd never drink an alcholic drink again
sure I like a smoke
but...
Thats not the same

© by Clive Pig