Letters from a Voyage to Sweden

Afternoon, day one I'm on the ferry now Here they come, the modern-day buccaneers And they come for fun End up having some It's a floating Sodom I observe It's a place where I take Great pleasure in being right When will they learn When will they learn Too much adultery just poisons your mind A half-empty heart Full tax-free cart Songs from above meet the roar from below And they've run aground Finns and Swedes alike Russians, how I hate the nouveau riche Gypsy families go Back and forth, they know How to make the whole ordeal worthwhile I sit back and enjoy Ah, the pleasure of being right When will they learn When will they learn Too much adultery just poisons your mind A half-empty heart Full tax-free cart Songs from above meet the roar from below I can confirm It's blood, sweat and sperm Down on the third deck They let themselves go All over the floor Crawl back for more Finally one with the call from below