The cows are  pure, the vegetation’s lush

I have got a cottage in Iran
At least that’s what I read on my house plan
Maybe there is some mistake or joke
If I go   I  think my heart would break

I don’t know where  my passport is right now
I think I lay down  much too near a cow
My passport must have tasted very good
Now it’s in a cowpat in the mud

If I  try to get a new one  very fast
They’ll think I  am a terrorist  at last
I know that they are watching me right now
Unless  it’s  just  the eyes of that brown cow

I’d prefer a house in Shepherd’s Bush
The cows are  pure, the vegetation’s lush