Toby Baron - The Tourist lyrics

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Toby Baron - The Tourist lyrics

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 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 'cause 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 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