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 anaesthetic?
  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 wanna 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 gunplay