Old Folks

[Verse 1]
So far away, so like a dream
A cup of tea with powdered cream
Or comet dust and subway steam
Or three kilos of mangosteen
Ayah, ayah, mangosteen

[Verse 2]
An airport lounge in Amsterdam
A summer rainfall in Japan
Your cowboy hat, your lovely tan
With you I'm such a happy man
Ayah, ayah, a happy man

[Verse 3]
I hope one day I'm old with you
We're holding hands like old folks do
With knobby knees and funny shoes
Yeah, that's the future I would choose
Ayah, ayah, I would choose