Lyrics

Descartes in Amsterdam

Oh it’s good to be a stranger in a strange land
Like a person incognito, or a masked man
Like an actor in a play, who shall I be today?
Oh it’s good to be a stranger in a strange land

Oh it’s fine to be unknown and all alone here
With no fixed address, no fax, no telephone here
Like Descartes in Amsterdam, or a robber on the lam
It’s fine to be unknown and all alone here

CHORUS:
But you can call me a tramp or a vagabond
But I don’t care, that’s the life that I choose
You can call me a scamp or a layabout
But I’ve nothing that I own,
And so, I’ve got nothing I can lose
(I’ve got nothing I can lose)

Oh it’s nice to just blend in and be unnoticed
With no map to show me where the proper road is
With the sky above my head and a park bench for my bed
It’s nice to just blend in and be unnoticed

(CHORUS)

It’s rum to have no moorings and no duties
Just to walk the world in search of truth and beauty
Serendipity is my friend, and I manage in the end
Yeah, it’s rum to have no moorings and no duties

(CHORUS)
(I’ve got nothing I can lose)

Drums and Percussion – Victor; Bass – Ian; Fender Rhodes Electric Piano – Bob; Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitar, violin – Dave