New Blood, Old Veins - Ian Anderson

New blood, old veins, ringing in the new dawn

Like it, lump it, old chips with curry on

Let’s get to it!

Tempus fugit

Time to cheat the coroner

Affordable package tours to the

Land of Johnny Foreigner

New blood, old veins, kids can’t wait to be gone

Next door, jealous neighbours peeping

Through the curtains drawn

Half-timbered Morris Traveller

Pop the luggage in the back

On the ferry, getting merry

Bending over, builder’s crack

Out there, far beyond Victorian

Piers and palisades

Have to toss the candy floss.

No more

Ginger beers or lemonades

Roll on, roll off.

Duty free, Dover, Calais

Wet the lip, a hefty sip.

Cheap

Brandy, jolly Beaujolais

Time to visit fresher places, don’t

Be fearful, we’ll join the clan

Just be mindful of who’s the master

Don’t pinch the sun bed.

Understand:

We’re going mental, continental

Socks and sandals, Tapas bar

Got a phrasebook, bought a timeshare

Lessons in Spanish guitar

Goodbye Blackpool, going

Where sun is guaranteed

Drink it down, throw it up.

Watneys

Red: just what I need

Knotted hankie worn too late

Melanoma’s such a pain

Not too far from hot Malaga to

Luton Airport in the rain