Chesnutt Vic Duty Free Lyrics

Duty Free Lyrics

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