This is an early draft for a song. Will you finish it and add a tune to it?
Harry, won't you come back home?
Mother's worried sick about you,
Have you taken a boat to Tombouctu?
Are you lost in the streets of Rome?
It is easy to fall to a life of crime,
When you're so poor you ain't got a dime,
you could at least call home,
Have you run out of cash?
Do you think of yourself as an immigrant?
You have no job and no research grant!
It's hard to build credibility
(additiona verse, maybe ending with CITY)
Father expects you to re-appear
The prodigal son belongs here
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