My Pilgrim Dear

Worried man, worried woman Worried child, worried dog Afghanistan was the last hurrah I remember it clearly: it was Ramadan There were fat men everywhere Fat man on a bike, fat man on a lawn chair My Pilgrim Dear, I won't interfere with you What a wicked thing to do! I was having a drink from the salty water fountain The ceremony had already begun When I turn ten, Pop says he'll buy me a gun And 'la la la la la la la la la la la' was all you could say I dream of pianos, big ones My Pilgrim Dear, I won't interfere with you What a wicked thing to do!