(USA)
Staring through the boring Montana skyline
Wishing that this journey would come to an end
Rolling stoned I'm listing to the gussler
I want a wash, I wanna phone my friend
When the sun comes down, we enter our forbidden zone
When the sun comes down, you can't reach us on the phone
Oh no, oh no, bang the drum, beat the gong
Midnight madness and beyond
(Japan)
I'm only five foot eight but I'm a giant
Ginseng roots have many mystic powers
Bowing so much that my back is getting sore
There's lots of gifts, lots of lovely flowers
(Canada)
Now it seems that this lot don't want us
Bilingual forms to fill before we go
We're not a gang of international terrorists
We're just a band that's come to play a show