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...