Photostory of JCC's Majorca Fasten your seatbelts says a voice Inside the plane you can't hear no noise Engines made by Rolls Royce Take your choice . . . Make Mine Mallorca Check out the caravans - can't be found Alert the passengers, they'll be drowned A friendly mug says settle down And when I came round I was gagged and bound - . . . for Majorca And the eyes caress the neat hostess Her unapproachable flip finesse They've got little bags if you wanna make a mess Fancied Cuba but it cost me less . . . to Majorca (Whose blond sand gently caresses the cool blue lips of the Mediterranean) They packed us into the white hotel You could still smell the Polycell Wet white paint in the air-conditioned cells The waiter smells of fake Chanel Gauloises, garlic as well Says if I like I can call him Mig-u-el . . . well really! I got drunk with another fella Who'd just brought up a previous paella He wanted a fight but said they were yella . . . in Majorca The guitars rang the castanets clicked The Double Diamond flowed like sick Mother's Pride, tortillas and chips Something . . something made me sick In Majorca Yes! The heat made me sick I had to stay in the shade Wish I'd joined the International Brigade 'Cos the fascists won and by Christ I paid . . . in Majorca