Mr Skiffington And The Orient

[Verse] On the back of a camel in a khaki safari suit Mr. Skiffington surveys the Orient He shakes his head Thinks to himself "What a waste " he says As he cleans his monocle The sun beating down On his upturned snout On his red-lobster neck On his sweaty knees He adjusts his knees He readjusts his knees As his mount takes an uneasy step [Pre-Chorus] This was not the plan Not the plan at all The jungle was no place for a man of his stature And this This was not the plan Not the plan at all The jungle was no place for a man of his stature No place at all [Chorus] He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all" [Verse 2] In the moonlit water In the boat on the river He shakes his head Thinks to himself "What a waste " he says As he cleans his monocle The oar dripping wet In his calloused hands In his half-empty head With a pain in his chest He shifts in his seat He readjusts his knees As his boat drifts into a bank [Pre-Chorus] This was not the plan Not the plan at all The jungle was no place for a man of his stature And this This was not the plan Not the plan at all The jungle was no place for a man of his stature No place at all [Chorus] He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all" He says "No place at all"