Lyrics

Descartes in Amsterdam
Words and Music By Dave Nachmanoff


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 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:

You can call me a tramp or a vagabond
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

It’s nice to just blend in and be unnoticed
With no map to tell me where the proper road is
With a park bench for my bed and the stars above my head
Oh 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 duties
Serendipity’s my friend, and I manage in the end
It’s rum to have no moorings and no duties

(Chorus)