The Tourist Lyrics

The Tourist lyrics

the natives are getting restless in the tropical heat

work in 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 voice

to the sound of the
tourist 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 sing

and 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 'cos it's just another tourist

having 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
everwhere that I go I say

I want to make it my home



I'm just
another another tourist checking out the slums

with my plastic Visa
drinking with my chums

MONEY MONEY