The Tourist

The natives are getting restless in the tropical heat

Work is scarce and children play while the dogs fight in the street

And in the hotels all the tourists dine on local fare

While the waiters stand and stare

And in the street taxi cabs crawl around for vice

To the sound of the tourists in the casino

Rattling the dice

Money, money

I'm just another tourist checking out the slums

With my plastic

Visa, drinking with my chums

I dance and swing while

Abba singAnd

I flash my

Platinum to the sound of, “

Livin' La

Vida Loca”

Yes, “Livin'

La Vida Loca”

While in the heat of the street

The native beats his drum

Take the money 'cause it's just another tourist

Havin' lots of fun

Oh, let's go to the

Mardi Gras

Oh, let's kiss the

Blarney Stone

Oh, let's hear the

Wailing Wall

Oh, the Empire

State is so very tall

And the Taj

Mahal really has a pretty dome

And everywhere that

I go, I say

I want to make it my home

I'm just another tourist checking out the slums

With my plastic

Visa, drinking with my chums

Money, money