I sit beside the dark. Beneath the mire. Cold gray dusty day. The mornin' lake. Drinks up the sky Katmandu, I'll soon be seein' you. And your strange bewilderin' time. Will hold me down Chop me
midnight oil. The fragrance of Afghanistan. Rewards a long day's toil. Pulling into Katmandu. Smoke rings fill the air. Perfumed by a Nepal night. The Express gets you there
. Anywhere you are is just like home to you . From the beaches in Manila . Down to Katmandu . Yeah you’ve got that secret . Everybody else wants to know . And you won’t ever let it go oh . Everybody wanna hold
, darling be my guest. But I'll take less. If more means having less of you. Who needs sequin shoes or private jets to Katmandu. Oh, all the pennies in the wishing wells. All the diamonds Tiffany's could sell
midnight oil. The fragrance of Afghanistan. Rewards a long day's toil. Pulling into Katmandu. Smoke rings fill the air. Perfumed by a Nepal night. The Express gets you there
