Hi there, Suella,
I have to text to say that I can’t go home any more,
For something happened - to it
It crumbled to dust as what was the roof fell onto the floor

But now I’m only, twenty-four miles from Dover -
Bravely, towing a boat to the shore
I can’t ascertain where I’m at
But I’m wearing a waterproof hat

And this is where I, read you
Do not approve of strangers arriving in prim-itive boats
And so I suspect you
Pay more regard to how all your friends can win future votes

But now I’m only twenty-four miles from Dover -
Discreetly, getting my boat to the sea,
I’m really not ready to die
I long for the RNLI,
I’m on, my way.

[instrumental verse]

But now I’m only twenty-four miles from Dover -
Bravely, towing a boat to the shore.
I might as well say where I’m at -
It’s a woodland just east of Sangatte.

And I was pleading not bleeding,
Taking advantage of the receding tide on this shore
And then I cast-off, brassed-off,
Recalling the rubble I left behind my splintered front door.

Now I am less than twenty-four miles from Dover -
Less than, one day away from your coast,
I’d hate to upset your plan
But I’m a desperate man,
Please read my text,
For I may never, never, never, be safe again.