YOU WON'T FIND ANY COUNTRY (II)
Tune: The Irish Rover
Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011
Lyrics
Hong Kong version, contributed by Malibog
I’ve Hashed the world over, Excitement I’ve sought. But all my experience, Was dearly bought.
CHORUS: So it’s no nay never, No nay never, no more, You won’t find any country, It pays you to score.
To tap a Yank for a screw, in my belief, Is like asking Mrs Custer, to give to Indian Relief. So the options are slim for those left wanton, And they end up with an in-bred - Hill-Billy Clinton.
Now haircuts for Germans are four times the price, They charge for each corner, and go over it twice. The Dutch they just sit there, arsehole on bike, One finger up nostril and one in a dyke.
The Aussies are known for their intake of beer, And they’ve all been in Sydney, now isn’t that queer? But the Kiwis have the answer to get their country on track, Just continue to malinger on the woolly sheep’s back.
The closest to sex in Japan is to suck on a mike, For the girls they will tell you to go take a hike. So its off to Manila where you can score, there’s no doubt, But every time that you put it in, a baby comes out.
So now stuck here in Hong Kong and you’re feeling glum, You can go to the dolly bars and they’ll treat you like scum. So you think that the Gweilos are okay for a bash, Doubtful Howard’s been there - but you could still get a rash.
JUST PLAIN SICK!
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