Southy's Odyssey

Southy's on the road, they call him the General Crossing every time zone, he's anything but conventional His laughter roars like thunder, 'Yeah, let's grab a pint!' But he's off to new adventures, under every city's lights 'Bout to take flight, sorry Mike, I'm bound for Dubai's scene Orlando's sunny skies, he's living life like in a dream Strums a six-string, his tales unfolding, oh General Southy, yeah Steel-eyed wanderer, his heart's not for holding He'll chuckle with that spark, 'Anyone fancy a pint?' 'Oh, sorry Mike, I'm in Dubai,' he's vanished into the night Say he's mad ard, a solo talebearer, loves a quick espresso 'Show us a small one, Southy?' 'Errr, Le Big Mac?' And there he goes Leather boots hit the ground, marchin' with a battle sound Chris the General, Southy's the legend we all know 'Ey mate, fancy a pint?' he'll jest, with a cheeky grin aglow 'But oops, I'm off to Orlando, where the oranges grow' Riffs that shake the old bar walls, in a voice that rock'n'rolls 'Sorry Mike, Dubai calls!' Now Southy's on a spree With his coffees dark as twilight, he speaks in smoky tones 'Bout the gates of wild safaris, where the wildest spirit roams But Bill might stay in lodges, without a beast in sight Southy's on the safari, cravin' adventure, chasing light [Chorus] Oh Southy, rockin' through the airports, no bag to weigh him down He's the General on his mission, thought Monarch, now he's outta town