An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the Rain

The car is jumping up and down
The rain is coming only down
The driver's pushing the motor without being stingy
We're on the road to Cherrapunji

Bulbul in the front seat talking bolla bolla
We're prefering local booze to Coca Cola

An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain
An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain

Torkel in a blue suit looking like a smurf
We're doing number one into the Bangladesh surf
Zac's telling tales all of them scary
Bunny's on the telephone with Bryan Ferry

The rain won't stop and really why should it
It's got a reputation it's living up to it

An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain
An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain

In the rain, in the rain
In the everlasting, everlasting rain

I'm huddled in the backseat wet like a sponge
The best thing now is clearly Old Monk

An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain
An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain
An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain

In the rain, in the rain
In the everlasting, everlasting, everlasting, everlasting
Everlasting, everlasting rain



Credits
Writer(s): Stellan Wahlström
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