Land Iio

Well here we are in Mexico

But we're getting sick of donkey shows

We all got crabs so we packed our bags

And further south we go

Land Ho, Land Ho, Land Ho

Land Ho, Land Ho

To Argentina we go

We're now in Argentina

Got stuck in the marina

The women hopped aboard our boat

And showed us their vaginas

Land Ho, Land Ho, Land Ho

Land Ho, Land Ho

And off to France we go

We're sailing off to France

(Fuck France!)

We're sailing off to Italy

To treat the women shittily

We beat them with salami

And Alfredo'd on their tittlies

Land Ho, Land Ho, Land Ho

Land Ho, Land Ho

To Africa we go

We're sailing into Ghana

Although we didn't wanna

'Cause all the Ghanarian men

Have dicks like anacondas

Land Ho, Land Ho, Land Ho

Land Ho, Land Ho

To Australia we go

Well now we're in Australia

In search of genitalia

We found a dead Koala

And committed necrophilia

Land Ho, Land Ho, Land Ho

Land Ho, Land Ho

To China we go

But we ended up in Vietnam

Where all the men have little dongs

But that's okay 'cause we're not gay

The women love us long

Land Ho, Land Ho, Land Ho

Land Ho, Land Ho

To the Middle East we go

Well now what country is this?

The United Arab Emirates?

There's lots of sweaty camel toe

And everyone's a terrorist

Land Ho, Land Ho, Land Ho

Land Ho, Land Ho

And further south we go

We've sailed around the world again

And we've seen a lot of foreign lands

Our crotches ache so we'll take a break

And stay here in the sand

We will rest a while in the sand

In the sand