Teksty: Mystery Jets. Making Dens. Purple Prose.

I'm a tourist,
World at my feet.
Across hither and dither
and hither and dither
and hither and dither
wont fall off my seat.

I've a camera,
Keep my photos in a book.
The more i keep shooting and shooting
and shooting and shooting and shooting
and shooting,
The less i have to look.

Im a tourist
I'm a tourist
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where have you gone
(where have you gone x3)

You're an Oyster,
That's food for thought,
Whats not for sale,
for sale for sale for sale for sale
for sale for sale cannot be bought.

I'm a tourist
I'm a tourist
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where did you go,
Oh Cairo where have you gone
(where have you gone x3)

(Thanks to Charlotte for these lyrics)