The Tourist Lyrics - Other People's Lives - Ray Davies

The natives are getting restless in the tropical heat 

Work in scarce and children play while the dogs fight in the street 

And in the hotels all the tourists dine on local fare 

While the waiters stand and stare 

And in the street taxi cabs crawl around for voice 

To the sound of the tourist in the casino 

Rattling the dice 

Money money 

I'm just another tourist checking out the slums 

With my plastic Visa drinking with my chums 

I dance and swing while ABBA sing 

And I flash my platinum 

To the sound of Livin-La-Vida-Loca 

Yes Livin-La-Vida-Loca 

while in the heat of the street 

The native beats his drum 

Take the money 'cause it's just another tourist 

Having lots of fun 

oh let's go to the Mardi Gras 

Oh let's kiss the Blarney Stone 

Oh let's hear the Wailing Wall 

Oh the Empire State is so very tall 

And the Taj Mahal really has a pretty dome 

And everwhere that I go I say 

I want to make it my home