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