Thomas Dolby - Spice Train lyrics

I was drifting for days Where the sun don't shine While the night is young I clock a little overtime I'll work until dawn Awaken with the setting sun And I'll tether my blimp Wherever there's a party on And if you roll with it You can ride the Spice Train When it boils down to it, You could hold the world In the palm of your hand One big bazaar The Earth is like a garage sale I'm pitching my stall To cater to the infidel And I'm shifting my shape Morphing into Spider-Man And I'll tether my blimp Wherever there's a party on 'Cause if you roll with it You can ride the Spice Train When it boils down to it, You could hold the world In the palm of your hand And the beat goes on From Bahrain to Brixton From Beirut to Bruges From Beijing to Boston And if you roll with it You can ride the Spice Train When it comes down to it, You would trade it all For one night in her arms One big bazaar The Earth is like a garage sale And I peddle my wares Wherever there's a floor to fill And if you roll with it You can ride the Spice Train When it comes down to it, You would trade it all For one night in her arms Still the beat goes on From Bahrain to Brixton From Beirut to Bruges From Beijing to Boston Still the beat goes on Still the beat goes on Still the beat goes on, on, on...