Naser and I, just came out the sky.
As we drove through Pakistan, our minds just ran.
In all that sand, is our inherited land.
Allah help, we need a magic wand.
Greeted by hostile family, ignore them, lets be manly. The more we spoke, it was just a joke.
It got worse, we tried hard not to curse.
This is our land, go back to the UK, otherwise you will be banned.
You keep all in the UK, all here, belongs to us, stop this fuss.
We reason but are just met with complete poison.