S.O.S.

(альбом: Scouse The Mouse - 1977)

Night is fallen and the cold wind moans
I have never felt so far from home
I am cast away and left alone

The stars above me seem so far away
If there is morning, will I see the day?
Won't someone come and carry me away?

S.O.S., S.O.S.
S.O.S., S.O.S.

A seagull made a perfect landing beside him

"Ah, you've got a problem?"

He spoke Animo with a Brooklyn accent

"I've just got pawed off the ship!"

"I know, I seen it. You came out of there like a bullet! I'm Louey, the gull. I run this town! Let's get you back on the ship"

"You really can? My group's there, you see"

"Group? A bloodgroup? Are you wounded or something?"

"No, I'm an international star"

"You look like a mouse to me"

Louey took the straps of the British Airways bag in his beak a lifted off like a jumbo