Standing in the dock at Southampton
Trying to get to Holland or France
The man in the mac said, «You've got to turn back»
You know they didn’t even give us a chance
Christ, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be The way things are going
They’re going to crucify me Finally made the plane into Paris
Honey mooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown called to say, «You can make it okay
You can get married in Gibraltar, near Spain»
Christ, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be The way things are going
They’re going to crucify me Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton
Talking in our beds for a week
The newspapers said, «Say what you doing in bed?»
I said, «We're only trying to get us some peace»
Christ, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be The way things are going
They’re going to crucify me Saving up your money for a rainy day
Giving all your clothes to charity
Last night the wife said, «Oh boy, when you’re dead
You don’t take nothing with you but your soul, think»
Made a lightning trip to Vienna
Eating chocolate cake in a bag
The newspapers said, «She's gone to his head
They look just like two gurus in drag»
Christ, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be The way things are going
They’re going to crucify me Caught an early plane back to London
Fifty acorns tied in a sack
The men from the press said, «We wish you success
It’s good to have the both of you back»
Christ, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be The way things are going
They’re going to crucify me The way things are going
They’re going to crucify me