In the air Atlantic
In my heart a hole
In a cup of plastic
Sugar from the pole
In the Arab music
In the stereo
I is lost and holy
I is indigo
In the winter season
‘Neath a sun of blue
I is driving in my
Black VW
In the water seashell
In the mirror cloud
In the mouth a cigarette
Arab music loud

In the air Atlantic
In the hotel-room
In the wind is pleasant
All the flowers bloom
I can see the ocean
And a girl from France
In a rubber surf-suit
What a circumstance!
In the air Atlantic
Where the cloud is white
I is talking to her
In the ocean light
In the blazing fishwind
All the colours blur
She is kissing me an
I is kissing her

We as high as heaven
As she sucks my mouth
With the flaming sweetness
Of the neon south
Near the camping-places
Where the streetlights burn
We is very happy
On this holy day
With tons of water
Crashing
On the Cap Ferret
In the air Atlantic
Where the pine-trees bend
And the waves are heavy
And the rivers end