We’ve discarded garden fences
And that ghastly garden gnome,
We’re off to join the real world,
In our comfy motorhome.

Goodbye our noisy neighbours,
And their yappy bloody dog,
And their late night rowdy parties,
With their mates all on the grog.

No more just sit and watching,
As tourists pass us by,
We’re off to join the rovers,
Where the highway meets the sky.

We did the same thing years ago,
When we were twenty eight,
We’re not so young anymore,
But short of our use by date.

Our old Mazda, it’ll do us,
Out of date but out of debt.
She’s never let us down,
And there’s plenty in her yet.

You’re bound to see us somewhere,
Way out back or at the beach,
Or on some craggy mountain,
Or a quiet inland reach.

Wherever it might be,
In this land so big and wide,
You’ll know that we are there,
Just enjoying time and tide.