That everlasting summer
You can CAN it
I hung my belt from the mast of a tall ship
And jumped into the lips of an Alaskan whore
And I caught Chinese flu
In Belgium
It's enough to make a grown man cry into his Aztec bar
Oh yeah ...
And I'd hate to be the fool who has to clean up
After one of those goddamn chimpanzees tea-parties
But hey - a job's a job
Somebody's gotta do it
You can take a horse to water
But he's never gonna be able to read a Chinese menu
You can tell your bank manager that I told you
I won't accept no money for it ... call it a tip
And here's another one, baby ...
Never take a shower
With your shoes on.
