I dressed up in my best, my robers and my vest
And waited by the door with these roses
Till you came walking in with your high-polluting friends
So busy looking down your noses
Now here you are ignoring me
Oh, girl, I might as well be
Walking to Jerusalem
Marching with Methuselah
Reading signs in Arabic
Raving like a lunatic
By the time you tell me I'm the one
I'll be sticking out my thumb and walking
To Jerusalem
You wore your boots last night
You kissed and held me tight
You said you'd always be my count, girl
But tonight you're hanging out
With your Christian deal crown
So where does that leave me now, girl?
You're as cold as polar regions
I ought to join the French Foreign Legion
And go away from here, girl
Walking to Jerusalem
Marching with Methuselah
Reading signs in Arabic
Raving like a lunatic
By the time you tell me I'm the one
I'll be sticking out my thumb and walking
To Jerusalem
Oh, girl, I might as well be



Walking to Jerusalem
Raving like a lunatic


Marching with Methuselah
Reading signs in Arabic
And raving like a lunatic
By the time you tell me I'm the one
I'll be sticking out my thumb and walking
By the time you tell me I'm the one
I'll be sticking out my thumb and walking
To Jerusalem
I'll walk in
To Jerusalem
I'll walk in
To Jerusalem
I'll walk in
To Jerusalem