Little Town of Mogan

Looking through the palm trees,being eaten by flys

The sun trying its hardest to get through Canarian sky's 

The picturesque town of Mogan is just along the bay

With sailing boats masts pointing to the heavens,will surly show the way

On entering the town,hustle and bustle worth each and every gram

Little bridges in the centre of town,look like old Amsterdam 

With restaurants and cafes at each and every turn

In your heart you'll wish,you had money to burn

When I get home,I long to tell what I've seen

Even the Beatles most famous,Yellow Submarine