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
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 an empty bar storyteller You’ve just made enough for dinner And despite the language barrier I appreciate the gesture