Ramadan is over, The new moon's shown her face,
I'm halfway round the planet, In a most unlikely place.
Following my song line, Past bamboo shacks and shops,
Behind a gitney packed like sardines, With bananas piled on top,
I ran away from politics, It's too bizarre at home,
Away I flew, tuned into Blue,
Maybe Amsterdam or Rome, Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below, On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this job so,
(chorus)
So while I make my move,
On the big board game,
Up and down a Spanish highway,
Some things remain the same,
Girls meet boys, and the boys tease girls,
I'm heading out this morning,
For the Far Side of the World,
(verse 2)
Caravan, Ride that hump,
And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps,
Sleeping bags and battle flags,
Are coiled and furled,
That's the way you travel,
To the far side of the world,
(verse 3)
Time to sing time to dance
Living out my second chance.
Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.
(verse 4)
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.