I Ain’t Gauguin Blues (may be sung to any twelve bar blues)

I’m sittin’ on Tahiti drinkin’ palm wine and coconut juice
Got the sea got the surf, drinkin’ palm wine and coconut juice
Promotion to Papeete, an offer I could not refuse

Got this lonesome feelin’, feelin’ I can’t seem to lose
Got this far off lonesome feelin’, feelin I just can’t lose
Got this cravin’ for Belgravia, got the take me back to London blues

Don’t want these warm sea breezes, walkin’ without any shoes
Don’t like these balmy sea breezes, walkin’ on the beach without my shoes
Got a yen for Big Ben, got the take me back to London blues

I want the grey sky up above me, disasters on the south-east news
I want the rain clouds gatherin’ misery on the TV news
And I could kill for Piccadilly, got the take me back to London blues

I want to breathe in the pollution, stand in the rush hour queues
I want to freak out on the fumes, crush in the rush hour queues
Got a tube train brain, got the take me back to London blues

Don’t like this lobster from the ocean and all this tax free booze
Give me a burger and a Bud, not all this fresh sea food and tax free booze
I’d try a Wagamama noodle, got the take me back to London blues

I’m stranded on Tahiti, drinkin’ palm wine and coconut juice
Won’t you fly me out of paradise and drop me back in SE22
Don’t you know my name ain’t Gauguin, got the take me back to London blues