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Our first stop is in Bogota |
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To check Colombian fields |
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The natives smile and pass along |
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A sample of their yield |
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Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams |
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Golden Acapulco nights |
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Then Morocco, and the East |
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Fly by morning light |
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[Chorus:] |
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We're on the train to Bangkok |
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Aboard the Thailand Express |
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We'll hit the stops along the way |
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We only stop for the best |
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Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon |
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We burn the midnight oil |
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The fragrance of Afghanistan |
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Rewards a long day's toil |
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Pulling into Katmandu |
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Smoke rings fill the air |
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Perfumed by a Nepal night |
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The Express gets you there |
