Duty Free Lyrics - Singles - Chesnutt Vic

no chocolate in the duty free shop 

two drops of scotch 

gonna end up on his crotch, tonight 

all alone, sitting on the throne 

some native tounge on the TV 

blaring like an old Peavey 

he don't aim to be rude 

he's fighting with his inner prude 

some pommes frites and you know 

it's gonna drip on to his lap 

yes, see the man slapping it off 

travellin' will do him in 

trudging through the waves of people 

'till his heart is cluttered and feeble 

if you take him out of this loop 

he may be very easily duped 

still he beats the stampede for the duty free 

he's using up all that old currency 

he's using up all that old currency 

he's using up all that old currency