We turned around, we were headin' southnWe were tryin' to get off the islandnWishin' for a sky without any cloudsnWith a big nice bright sun shinin'nnWe found a spot in a soggy swampnAnd set up our tiny tentnOur feet were wet again nBut we were gettin' used to itnnOur feet were always wetnnA man drove by in a silver carnWith a mean look on his facenHe looked at us in the rear-viewnAnd then he hit the breaksnnWe walked up to the open windownNot knowin' what to thinknBut he wanted to know where we were goin'nAnd see if it was on his waynnWe told him we were goin' to Dover nAnd hopefully over to France that nightnHe said, So am I, hop innAnd I'll give you a ridennAnd we were on our waynnHe said he stopped to pick us up nBecause we looked so out of lucknHe was havin' a bad day toonBut he thought we had him beatnnIt was his philosophy that if you seenSomeone in a worse way than younIt's your ethical obligationnTo stop and see what you can donnI wish that everyone thought that toonnHe asked if we had our ticketsnAnd when our boat would leavenWe confessed we didn't know that yetnAnd we'd get there then we'd seennHe said, You should just ride with menBecause passengers ride freenIt takes a couple of hoursnAnd I could use the companynnSo could we, so could wennBut he was goin' to BelgiumnAnd we were goin' to FrancenBut we decided to change our plansn'Cause you don't pass up a chance like thatnnWe got there late and he was pissednThat he missed the hovercraftnIf he'd have to take the slow boatnThen he would ride first classnnOur bad luck was gone at lastnnWe got to the lonely lobbynAnd we filled our packs with snacksnThey were free, those pastriesnAnd those drinks would weight our backsnnHe could see our hesitationnWe were concerned about bein' rudenHe said, Take as much as you can hold, kidsnI was once like younnI have been there toonnWe got aboard the ferrynAnd they took us to our seatsnWhich were basically in a nice restaurantnAnd it looked like we were gonna get to eatnnThey brought us priceless menusnAnd they brought us more drinksnWe were the only dirty kids therenWith our big backpacks and stinky feetnnSo we ate our three-course mealnAnd talked to our new-found friendnWe told him about the music we playednHe was an electriciannnHe asked where we planned to sleep that nightnWe said we had no cluenHe said, I'll drop you off by the side of the roadnThat's what I used to donnI was once like you