Letra de It's The Real Thing

I'm a tourist at the poorest place on earth. I've got a straw hat, palm tree shirt... Throw a cent, they'll lick you... Bring you monkey on a stick... Watch them, they will try to rob you blind! Got to read those tell-tale signs... Never take their word... Deep down, they know they're here to serve Sun king... Hear me hum "god save the queen" Line them up rows age 13... I'll take a dozen, farmer Five cadavers baked in lava... Evening you can hear hills come alive Natives gallop over mines Like it was marlboro country Sad it never touches me... Master... Bwana... I'll take a brandy on the rocks Your shrunken head packed in a box... Something to take home to mother!