Motorbike on the island,
Steering like an angry hornet,
I don't belong in this ritzy palace,
Show me your shanty,
Show me your corrupted churches.
There's a pearl in the mud,
There's a penniless child next to a mansion in the sun,
There's a monkey on a chain,
While his puppeteer pulls his strings for change.
I'm a honey-haired lonely traveler,
You're a rice-picking lonely sailor,
And despite the language barrier,
I appreciate the gesture.
The museum is filling up with flies,
A rosary from the man with ebony eyes,
The barefoot children stick out their hands for coins,
The barefoot street men advertise their tricks and their noise.
I'm an empty bar storyteller,
You've just made enough for dinner,
And despite the language barrier,
I appreciate the gesture
Steering like an angry hornet,
I don't belong in this ritzy palace,
Show me your shanty,
Show me your corrupted churches.
There's a pearl in the mud,
There's a penniless child next to a mansion in the sun,
There's a monkey on a chain,
While his puppeteer pulls his strings for change.
I'm a honey-haired lonely traveler,
You're a rice-picking lonely sailor,
And despite the language barrier,
I appreciate the gesture.
The museum is filling up with flies,
A rosary from the man with ebony eyes,
The barefoot children stick out their hands for coins,
The barefoot street men advertise their tricks and their noise.
I'm an empty bar storyteller,
You've just made enough for dinner,
And despite the language barrier,
I appreciate the gesture