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Expat living’s tough though you might be soaked in gin
Nuther language, nuther land, and you ain’t got many friends
Man I know a place where the beer it flows like lies
Know it might sound weird, but a few might sympathize
What the Dickens! Let’s go down ‘Bisu way
What the Dickens! Let’s set fire to the day
What the Dickens! Have a beer, or two, or five
What the Dickens! Makes me glad to be alive
There’s a lot of pubs that are really nice it’s true
Tokyo’s a place that likes its beer and sake too
Done a lot of ramblin’ since I landed years ago
Here’s a truth that even dumbass Johnny Snow would know
What the Dickens! Let’s go down ‘Bisu way
What the Dickens! Let’s set fire to the day
What the Dickens! Have a beer, or two, or five
What the Dickens! Makes me glad to be alive
The staff is mighty friendly, ol’ John Coyle he’s the tits
Yeah, Hiromi’s a little scary, but she deals with all us gits
Man they love their music, they let all us drunkards play
Made a lot of friends there, some left along the way
That’s the way it is though, when you live that expat life
Time goes on, like a song, bleeding edge of a knife
I’ll see you there, without a care, and bloodshot eyes
Listen to some music, enjoy some chips and pies
What the Dickens! Let’s go down ‘Bisu way
What the Dickens! Let’s set fire to the day
What the Dickens! Have a beer, or two, or five
What the Dickens! Makes me glad to be alive
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Put down your glass it’s not a casual occasion
A clue to solve, it’s a difficult equation
You take the left and you know I’ll claim the right
Let’s not pretend it’s not the south in June
Gin and juice outside the Silver Moon
Even ice gonna sweat, gotta melt tonight
If there’s a method in your pain
It’s just the rules behind the rain
The gift that Abel gave to Cain
You know it
I wish I had a better way
To return this perfect day
I guess we’ll have to make our way
Below it
So what if we ain’t got the goods for the go-time?
So what if we ain’t won the prize in the prime time?
Not everybody’s got the money for the show
The night was made for the hidden corners
Some live to shine, some are always mourners
We’ll find our place when they teach us, blow by blow
If there’s a method in your pain
It’s just the rules behind the rain
The gift that Abel gave to Cain
You know it
I wish I had a better way
To return this perfect day
I guess we’ll have to make our way
Below it
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I was born with this fire like a burning desire to explain all the things I see
And I’m not very old, but from what I’ve been told, I can be what I want to be
Now I know that there’s more on that side of the door and I’m fixing to find out what
So I’m taking the keys and I’m taking my leave, but I leave you with all my love
Give all of my love to
That little yellow bunny
Don’t you give me that look like you think that I think that I’ve got something to prove
Give all my love to
That little brown pony
I’m sorry pal. This ain’t the ride for you.
I will sail the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian and all of the seas between
I will run through the hills, over mountains, and rills till I’ve seen all that can be seen
I will cook for the king, then I’ll try on his ring
While he sips from his golden cup
He may ask me to stay, but I’ll bid him good day
And leave him with all my love
Give all my love to that little yellow bunny
Don’t you give me that look like you think that I think that I’ve got something to prove
Give all of my love to that little brown pony
Sorry pal, this ain’t the ride for you
There’s a lonely rabbit at the Twisted Carrot
And I can hardly bare it
Give all my love to
That little yellow bunny
Don’t you give me that look like you think that I think that I’ve got something to prove
Give all my love to
That little brown pony
I’m sorry pal. This ain’t the ride for you.
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