Walked up the gangway
Aboard I went
Read all my letters
My lover had sent.
Unpacked my bags
Tried out the bed
A nice
Four poster to
rest my head.
Tuxedo on
Bow tie straight
Of for dinner
Going to
Staying up late.
Asked the steward
For some ice
in me drink
How was I
to know
The
Titanic would sink.

Boarded a plane
Of on holiday
We
Took of
We’re on
our way.
I had a drink
And some grub
I asked the steward
If I could join
The mile high club
She was fantastic
Making love to me
Then the bomb
Went of over
Lockerbie.

Went to America
To take in a show
Into the night
The lights
would glow,
Went with a beauty
Whom I admired
Then the shots
Rang out
a gun had
Been fired
Music still played
The pavement
Went red
Bullets flying
ironically
To the sounds of
The
grateful dead.

If I have offended
In this rhyme
Im a unlucky
Traveller going
Through time.