Madam travels the world far and wide, she watches the sunset, down at low tide,
She never finds time to paint the front door, far too many things in the world to explore
She takes piccies so she won’t forget, the monkey in morocco laughing, soaking wet
She’s had more adventures than she can count and everywhere she goes she gets blind drunk
And madam will have the sambucca, not whiskey, not gin and not vodka, in Mexico, France and Australia
Every morning she ‘s off in search of her dreams and every plant and creature there is to be seen
Madam finds the cold an awful bore and it hurts her hands and heart more and more
Waiters love her coming, she’s a delight, she tips them well and stays late every night
She’s fallen down in every town and took the table with her with never a frown
And madam drinks the sambucca , not whiskey, not gin and not vodka, in Thailand , in crete and the Gambia , madam will have the sambucca