Songs when you leave Bulgaria or actually anywhere else

We started off with a rebellious little number to fit with the overnight rain and general clamminess:

The Song of Damp Panties
They are clammy they are smelly
So I wrap them round my belly.
They are grim and they are grotty
So I wrap them round my botty.

This can be sung to a straight version of the Flanders and Swan Song of the Weather, without the skippy little dotted rhythm.

But then we cheered up and created:

The Song of Getting To Turkey

This is sung to a straight version of If You’re Happy and You Know It, perhaps with a dash of She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain added.  The overall structure looks like this:

Oh we want to go to Turkey yes we do
Yes we really want to get there yes we do
We’ve been travelling forever
It’s a very mad endeavour
Yes we want to go to Turkey yes we do.

And now you have got the hang of this, let’s create other verses by changing the two shorter lines:

Oh we want to go to Turkey yes we do
Yes we really want to get there yes we do
The plan is rather iffy
And our kit is often niffy
Yes we want to go to Turkey yes we do.

This is a song which can be handily applied to any two-syllable destination of your choice.
Other verses included:

So up the bloody hill
We will be ped’ling still…

We’ve forgotten why we started… (sorry Mifter Bat got hold of this one and now I can’t remember any other rhyme for “started”)

We’ve forgotten where we’re going
There’s been so much to and fro-ing…

We are very near the end
Though our knees they will not bend…

And the best bit about that song is that we never had to find a rhyme for “Turkey”.

PS Now I think of it, it will work for a three-syllable destination too:

Oh we’re go-ing to x x x yes we are
Yes we’re go-ing to x x x yes we are/in our car/it’s not far
first line of middle bit
second line of middle bit
Yes we’re go-ing to x x x yes we are.

Oh what fun you are going to have with this one.