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!