When the Japanese bulls run in a parallel line
With the fabulous fools who feed on yours and mine,
I hope you’re holding me,
Cause when you hold me, I’ll never ever die

When the Chinese roadkill is on your plate
With a fortune cookie that holds your fate,
I hope you’re still awake,
Cause when you’re sleeping you always close your eyes

Hey!
Oh buy me a home in one of those occupied zones
And make your honey pies,
And make those funny eyes
And leave us all alone

When the North Korean army’s hiding underneath your bed,
And the pretty ballerina’s dancing all through head,
I hope you’re still alive,
Cause when you leave girl, you’ll never ever die

Hey!
Oh divide me in two
So I can see millions sides of you,
And what your money buys
Under these sunny skies,
And we are almost home

Hey!
Hey-ey