S.o.s.

Night is fallen and the cold wind moans,
I have never felt so far from home,
I am cast away and left alone.

The stars above me seem so far away,
If there is morning, will i see the day?
Won't someone come and carry me away?

S.o.s., s.o.s.,
S.o.s., s.o.s.

Dialog:

A seagull made a perfect landing beside him.
"ah, you've got a problem?"
He spoke animo with a brooklyn accent.
"i've just got pawed off the ship!"
"i know, i've seen it. you came out of there like a bullet!
I'm louey, the gull. i run this town! let's get you back on the ship."
"you really can? my group's there, you see."
"group? a bloodgroup? are you wounded or something?"
"no, i'm an international star."
"you look like a mouse to me."
Louey took the straps of the british airways bag in his beak a lifted off like a jumbo.