Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
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Pink Lincolns
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Pink Lincolns
Gonna pack my suitcase
'Cause I'm going far away
It's time for my vacation
I'll be gone for twenty days
I'm a tourist, and I feel the anguish
I'm a tourist, and I can't speak the language
Gone to see the world
I've been saving up all year
I'll throw away my money
On stupid souvenirs
Send out fifty postcards
To my friends so dear
Say I'm having fun
And I wish that you were here
I'm a tourist, and I feel the anguish
I'm a tourist, and I can't speak the language
There's one thing I just can't stand
That's going to a foreign land
Everybody checks you out
'Cause they've got no clue what your life is all about
[Guitar solo]
Don't understand their money
So they givе me the shaft
I'll try to speak thеir language
Well, they look at me and laugh
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Make me feel uneasy
They smile when they offend
When they come to my country
I'm gonna laugh at them
I'm a tourist, and I feel the anguish
I'm a tourist, and I can't speak the language
I'm a tourist, and I'm feeling so alone
I'm a tourist, and I wanna go home
Tourist was written by Chris Barrows.