Picnic on a rickshaw
Seeing the sites
Almost hit by a bike
And the big red lights
Listening to techno
Up all night
Baked like a cake
And high as a kite
Well, I've been here for a week
Nobody's got time for me
But as long as the air smells sweet
I'll be coming back next year
Oh next year
Everybody hates a tourist
All the guys that take their time to choose
Everybody hates a tourist
But they all seem to like you
And my hat almost blew into a canal
And I spent all my money don't ask how
It's a long story for another time
Well, I've been here for a week
Nobody's got time for me
But as long as the air smells sweet
I'll be coming back next year
Oh next year
It'll be better when we're older 'cause we won't get told where to go
The Stoned Immaculate - Amsterdam Lyrics
The Stoned Immaculate - Amsterdam Lyrics
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Picnic on a rickshaw
Seeing the sites
Almost hit by a bike
And the big red lights
Listening to techno
Up all night
Baked like a cake
And high as a kite
Well, I've been here for a week
Nobody's got time for me
But as long as the air smells sweet
I'll be coming back next year
Oh next year
Everybody hates a tourist
All the guys that take their time to choose
Everybody hates a tourist
But they all seem to like you
And my hat almost blew into a canal
And I spent all my money don't ask how
It's a long story for another time
Well, I've been here for a week
Nobody's got time for me
But as long as the air smells sweet
I'll be coming back next year
Oh next year
It'll be better when we're older 'cause we won't get told where to go
Seeing the sites
Almost hit by a bike
And the big red lights
Listening to techno
Up all night
Baked like a cake
And high as a kite
Well, I've been here for a week
Nobody's got time for me
But as long as the air smells sweet
I'll be coming back next year
Oh next year
Everybody hates a tourist
All the guys that take their time to choose
Everybody hates a tourist
But they all seem to like you
And my hat almost blew into a canal
And I spent all my money don't ask how
It's a long story for another time
Well, I've been here for a week
Nobody's got time for me
But as long as the air smells sweet
I'll be coming back next year
Oh next year
It'll be better when we're older 'cause we won't get told where to go
Writer: Louis Jamieson
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