no chocolate in the duty free shop two drops of scotch gonna end up on his crotch, tonight all alone, sitting on the throne some native tounge on the TV blaring like an old Peavey
he don`t aim to be rude he`s fighting with his inner prude some pommes frites and you know it`s gonna drip on to his lap yes, see the man slapping it off
travellin` will do him in trudging through the waves of people `till his heart is cluttered and feeble
if you take him out of this loop he may be very easily duped still he beats the stampede for the duty free he`s using up all that old currency he`s using up all that old currency he`s using up all that old currency
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