Via Miami (Live)

Well, I got a dirty feeling I need a change of clothes

Where’s my suitcase nobody knows

I checked my bags in London, I waited in Japan

Here I am hiding in the can, well

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It must have gone via Miami, yeah

I work hard every day saving up my cash

Looking at my wallet, she said no trash

Honey I can tell you where you gotta invest

I’m blessed with a treasure chest

Now sitting all alone at my table for two

She musta gone via Miami

Well lady luck, I’ll be a fool for you

I said you, you

You wanna ticket to the moon baby don’t you know

I’d even get a ticket for a Springsteen show

I coulda been a winner if I’d played my cards

Now I’m picking up junk in my backyard

Coulda been a doctor but I caught a cold

I coulda been… or so I’m told

Any chance that ever came my way

It musta gone via Miami…

Well lady luck, I’ll be a fool for you

I said you, you

If I offered you some advice

Would you push my hand away and say no not tonight

I’m losing my mind, I’ve flipped my lid

Mental ain’t the word, ‘cause she’s done my head

I ain’t a full shilling I’ve lost the plot

Gone bananas I’m over the top

Well, she checked the computer

What happened to my brain?

It musta gone via Miami

Via Miami…