Tom: D
D
I don’t want a fortnight on the Costa del Sol
Don’t wanna go to Bognor, it’s a plague-ridden hole
A G D
And it don’t fit in with my ideology
D
Down the Adriatic to the Vlora Bay
Twenty pints of Fosters and I’m away
A G D
‘Cause now I know just where I wanna be
A G D
Albania, that’s the place for me
[Verse 2]
D
I used to like Bermuda but there’s too many lice
And last year I got herpes and that’s not very nice
A G D
So take me where the lemmings all run free
D
We’ll boogie in Tirana to the latests sounds
Then to Girokastra and we’ll do the rounds
A G D
‘Cause now I know just where I wanna be
A G D
Albania, that’s the place for me
[Verse 3]
D
There really isn’t anything can match the charms
Of the tractor factories and the halibut farms
A G D
And the legend’ry football team, Partizani
D
I don’t want a holiday in the sun
Two weeks in Albania’s much more fun
A G D
And now I know just where I wanna be
A G D
Albania, that’s the place for me
A G D
I said Albania, that’s the place for me
