We left our passports at the last hotel
Turning back turned out to be a hard sell
Onwards we stumbled towards the finish line
Three siblings hell-bent on finishing the storyline
At a stop in Jodhpur we were chased by an old bearded man
Who whacked our dear Rickshaw with a stick in his hand
We snuck away in a hurry, honking through the crowd
Team 'Look Mum No Passports' alive and proud