two young sensualists got off the plane and got the gist   we took a car to town together   and as the week set in we glued like newly kin   you were an honest pal and i wasn't always right somehow      we would smoke and drink and laugh and sing of foreign things   we bought clever hats and umbrellas   if it wasn't quite my style and you felt semi-wild   you'd snatch it up and add it to your aesthetic dumb luck      there was patty who you liked and who i liked too   and as things played out you felt cheated   so when the sun shone in and showed my lusty sin   you were angry then and maybe still and won't be friends      but you were an honest pal and i wasn't always right somehow   yeah, you were an honest pal and i wasn't always right somehow