Alcohol & Rain

Since I've been working here in Saudi the sun's kept beating down My insides are dehydrating and my outside's turning brown It's no tourist destination it isn't Greece or Spain I wish I was home in Cardiff with the alcohol and rain Among the ex-pats out here silly money's all the rage But I'm here with the company on my regular meagre wage It pays me mortgage and the bills so I suppose I shouldn't complain But it's hard work living without alcohol and rain I don't mind the sun teetotalers are fine But in this desert sun I'm wilting this culture isn't mine So I'm counting down the days till I'll be stepping off the plane And start watering me roots with alcohol and rain I arrived here just in time for Ramadan when it's illegal to eat in public I'm a hungry thirsty man Smuggling sandwiches into the toilet I must be insane I'd kill for a pie and chips washed down with alcohol and rain In Cardiff years ago I met a woman from Kuwait I remember being surprised that she'd thought Welsh weather great I disagreed at the time but now I feel the same Here I'm completely dry i need alcohol and rain I don't mind the sun teetotalers are fine But in this desert sun I'm wilting this culture isn't mine So I'm counting down the days till I'll be stepping off the plane And start watering me roots with alcohol and rain I've been married just six months, I've spent three of them out here I've got sun and sand and mineral water, she's got drizzle and beer I wish she was here with me, I miss my darling Jane I'd rather I was with her and the alcohol and rain They say it's good to travel educational to roam I've been here seen it done it I want to go back home They've tried to make me welcome here I know they're not to blame But I'm a fish out of water out of alcohol and rain I don't mind the sun teetotalers are fine But in this desert sun I'm wilting this culture isn't mine So I'm counting down the days till I'll be stepping off the plane And start watering me roots with alcohol and rain I don't mind the sun teetotalers are fine But in this desert sun I'm wilting this culture isn't mine So I'm counting down the days till I'll be stepping off the plane And start watering me roots with alcohol and rain