"The Tourist" as written by and Ray Davies....
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 '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 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


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"The Tourist" as written by Ray Davies

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