Tropical Fun

The seatbelt light is extinguished Race begins, the bag carousel the finish Ignorant to the culture, a singlet is on Like a flag in the air where it doesn't belong Carry my bags, lower the price Fetch me a towel with some grog on ice And if you're lucky, a tip may be offered But only hard work can open my pockets The rotten stench that harasses the senses Validates my cigarettes flying over fences Pampered like royalty, and why shouldn't we be? They should be thanking us for fuelling their economy A retired couple from Brissy Been here the last twenty years "Darl, don't do it, it keeps them busy" Haggling mode switched on Justified with the notion It's not the price but the principle that's wrong And I was having tropical fun And I didn't realise that I had it all wrong But I was having tropical fun But I didn't realise that I had it all wrong Foreign feet on the ground Scrambling, some barking, some better off dead But I can't judge too much 'Cause in their tracks, I tread We show a lot of skin, but they shouldn't mind It's not their culture, but we have our rights Boozing through the sun, polluting the air With a mongrelised 'thank you' in the mother tongue A villa with service, new linen each day Trash discarded, and eyes open To extravagant buffets And I was having tropical fun 'Cause I didn't realise that I had it all wrong But I was having tropical fun 'Cause I didn't realise that I had it all wrong Foreign feet on the ground Scrambling, some barking, some better off dead But I can't judge too much 'Cause in their tracks, I tread But I was having tropical fun And I didn't realise that I had it all wrong And I was having tropical fun But I didn't realise that I had it all wrong Foreign feet on the ground Scrambling, some barking, some better off dead But I can't judge too much 'Cause in their tracks, I tread