Lyricist : Neil Hannon/Paul King/Simon Farnaby

Composer : Neil Hannon

After seven years of life upon the ocean

It is time to bid the Seven Seas farewell

And the city I've pinned seven years of hopes on

Lies just over the horizon, I can hear the harbor bell

Land, ahoy

Got a tattered overcoat and battered suitcase

Got a pair of leaky boots upon my feet

Gotta drag myself up by my one good bootlace

Gotta work my rotten socks off if I want to make ends meet

I've poured everything I've got into my chocolate

Now it's time to show the world my recipes

I've got twelve silver sovereigns in my pocket

And a hatful of dreams

There's a famous restaurant on every street here

There's Brandino's and the Bar Parisian (Restaurant map, sir?)

Oh, thank you

Got a little map to tell me where to eat here

Had a dozen silver sovereigns, now I'm somehow down to ten

Want the finest produce? This is where they stock it (That's three sovereigns, mate)

Though the prices are suspiciously extreme (Can you pay for it?)

I've got five, six, seven?

Six silver sovereigns in my pocket

And a hatful of dreams

Brush your coat, sir?

No thank you

Cologne?

No, leave me alone

At last, the Gallery Gourmet

I knew that we'd see it one day

It's everything you said, Mama

And, oh, so much more

Each way that you turn, another famous chocolate store

Here's my destiny, I just need to unlock it

Will I crash and burn or go up like a rocket?

I got nothing to offer but my chocolate

And a hatful of dreams

In this city, anyone can be successful

If they've talent or work hard, or so they say

But they didn't mention it would be so stressful

Just to make a dozen silver sovereigns last more than a day

Could you spare a sovereign for a place to sleep, love?

Of course, here, take all you need

Thank you

I've got one silver sovereign in my pocket

And a hatful of dreams