Pilgrims by The High Llamas Lyrics

Art deco and a little off-the-wall
It's the service that you wouldn't want to call

Pilgrim Fathers like to wander
Beat the path that makes the heart grow fonder
Come and see the bags are heavy
We are waiting for the bellboy to return

Stunning vistas to the left and to the right
It's the goosey in the bucket on the bike

Pilgrim Fathers like to wander
Beat the path that makes the heart grow fonder
Come and see the bags are heavy
We are waiting for the bellboy to return

Outposted, unattended for a while
Horsetrading like it's going out of style

Pilgrim Fathers like to wander
Beat the path that makes the heart grow fonder
Pilgrim Fathers like to wander
Beat the path that makes the heart grow fonder
Pilgrim Fathers like to wander
Beat the path that makes the heart grow fonder
Pilgrim Fathers like to wander
Beat the path that makes the heart grow fonder