Well, I just got back an' I wish I never Leave now Who dat Martian arrival at the airport? How many local dollars for a local anesthetic? The Johnny on the corner was a very sympathetic
I went to the place where every white face is an Invitation to robbery An' sitting here in my safe European home I don't want to go back there again
Wasn't I lucky n' wouldn't it be loverly? Send us all cards, an' have a laying in on a Sunday I was there for two weeks, so how come I never tell That natty dread drinks at the Sheraton hotel?
Now they got the sun, an' they got the palm trees They got the weed, an' they got the taxis Whoa, the harder they come, n' the home of ol' bluebeat Yes I'd stay an' be a tourist but I can't take the gun play