I say, come on!
  To pleasures unknown
  Where we fly to when we are all bored
  C'mon for the ride
  And hop with the jet set tonight
    We'll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay
  Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away
    We wanna save the whales
  We'll go watch them feed,
  Buzz around them in boats
  'Til they won't breed
  Just here for the ride
  Then we hop with the jet set tonight
    Check out them Indians' ancestral art
  Some of that would look cute up on our walls
  Yeah, suit it just fine
  When you hop with the jet set tonight
    We'll hire out some poachers to go steel their dolls
  Who cares if they're sacred-they look awful cute
    National Geographic found a stone age tribe
  Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film
  Won't that be a prize
  To show the jet set tonight
    "Aren't they cute, aren't they pure:"
  Muse subscribers back home
  Next weekend the junta exterminates them
    Back home by the sea at our outdoor cafe
  Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air