Pilgrims Lack Of Progress

There's still things left to do, places to see,
you tell me where you would really like to be, 
​​​​oh  I've done all that luv, enough is enough,
after all this time, why should I huff and puff.

The travel agent had been everywhere we hear,
preferred to stay at home in garden drinking beer;
must do this, you must do that thro' clenched teeth,
best friend died snorkelling at the Great Barrier Reef.

I've travelled more than you, lived at ocean blue,
not a back-packer who usually don't know what to do;
how lucky we are now, not living in Yemen or Syria,
or Afghanistan, poor people facing a terrible dilemma.

The Pilgrim Fathers set sail from Plymouth in 1620,
some were Irish, with a name we know being Kennedy.