New holiday faces dripping with excitement new holiday smiles
Come in, welcome, take a seat, listen to the Rock music, dance awhile
What can I get you to drink, Cocktails, Black Russian, Jelly Shots give them a trial
Of course I remember you, said with open arms and a great big Cheshire cat smile.
Looking from behind the bar on the other side
Behind those big brown Cypriot eyes, what are they thinking what do they hide?
He must be pleasant he must be nice full of chat, jokes and good advice
For this is his job, switched on to autopilot he does not think twice
When it comes to women a giggle of a laugh, a flashing of a smile
If he gets them to come home with him it makes his job worthwhile
Oh yes he is a Casanova and does it with a lover boy style
Of course sexy girl you are the only one just sit at the bar and wait for me a while.
In his younger days he left for England's green and pleasant lands
He greeted them with friendship with open arms and his open hands
This was snubbed and knocked away and this he did not understand
It all seemed so rosy when he had agreed to take his girl friends hand.
He lived this for seven months, a waiter in a hotel but counted ever day
Pining for the friendship of his homeland he packed his case and ran away
Now he is left with the scars and is skeptical of the British race
For in his eyes the ones who come all smiles, are the ones who are two faced?
He has grown older much wiser more mature and he is smart
Saying that English people's climates are as cold as their hearts.
When he told me this it made me feel ashamed and so sad
Why do others treat others with ignorance no respect making me feel bad?
I looked into his eyes trying to convince him standing face to face
Trying to explain is it not the same the world over the way of the human race
Telling him my friend in England you lived in the wrong County in the wrong place
For there are hearts as warm as yours, with a sigh I know my breath I waste.