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Fragrant Harbour
01:27
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Hong Kong, known as the "Fragrant Harbour" in Chinese, is a patchwork of beautiful mountains, islands and bays on the south coast of mainland China
It is known for its discount shopping, its gourmet restaurants and its frenetic nightlife
However, outbreaks of yellow fever have been reported in the city's hotspots, like Wan Chai, Lan Kwai Fong, Causeway Bay and Tsim Sha Tsui
In fact, just about everywhere the babes frequent in this bustling metropolis you can find delirious expatriates, convulsing and drooling, even passing out from this highly-contagious illness
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Yellow Fever
02:44
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I've just arrived I feel overwhelmed, yellow fever
I'm sweating buckets and everything smells, yellow fever
High rises such a bustling world, yellow fever
My mind is blown by beautiful girls, yellow fever
Yeah, I'm steaming like a hamburger bun
Yeah, I so want to get some
Hey, good morning little Miss Wong
Love the way you look in your sarong
Take you up to play in Lan Kwai Fong
I got the yellow fever in Hong Kong
I'm spying with my little eye, yellow fever
Spy, a pork pie oversupply, yellow fever
Yeah, this place is not for everyone
Yeah, but I still really want some
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3. |
Ring of Fire
03:03
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After the game on a piss-up with the boys from rugby
Lots of curry in a hurry 'cause we're feelin' hungry
It's the manly thing to do, so order extra spicy
With Tabasco on the side because we're feeling mighty
Lots of beer, lots of cheer, got nothing left to fear
Except tomorrow morning's bout of burning diarrhoea
Hell, yeah!
Burn another hole with my ring of fire
Baby, can you feel the heat?
Losing all control of my ring of fire
The gas is getting indiscreet
Out for Mexican and habanero gob-stoppers
Lots of Dos Equis and jalapeno chilli poppers
Douse the flames with jugs of frozen margaritas
Going crazy pounding endless shots of chilled tequilas
Wow, yeah!
Burn another hole with my ring of fire
Baby, can you feel the heat?
Losing all control of my ring of fire
The gas is getting indiscreet
Blow the toilet bowl with my ring of fire
Whimper as I hit the seat... ow!
Lots of flame, lots of pain, make you go insane
It's gas, it's a blast, please don't light a match
Feeling sore, red-raw, scream out "no more!"
Burn another hole with my ring of fire
Baby, can you feel the heat?
Losing all control of my ring of fire
The gas is getting indiscreet
Blow the toilet bowl with my ring of fire
Whimper as I hit the seat
Turds I can't cajole with my ring of fire
Gonna hafta beat a retreat
Beat a retreat
Can you feel the heat?
Feel the heat
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4. |
High Horse
03:11
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High horse!
Hey, junkie man, you are addicted to attention
When you can't get a fix you're prone to bad depression
Your head is bloating to gigantic new dimensions
You're making enemies too numerous to mention
Name-dropping, bragging, and your self-aggrandisation
You get called out and then you claim victimisation
Not getting what you want, resorting to subversion
Vindictive, merciless in your retaliation
Leaving a path of broken hearts and self-destruction
High horse!
In your mind a legend, just a grandiose ambition
Outweighs your talent bringing anger and confusion
Cerebral narcissist, a cranial contusion
Can never take critique, explosive self-delusion
Sense of entitlement, you think you're always losin'
The high horse you're riding is only an illusion
You're foolin' no-one, now you're wanting retribution
Your lack in empathy will lead to your seclusion
And then what have you, just a suicide solution?
High horse!
Resisting your advances and you don't know why
Don't wanna be your source of narcissistic supply
You try to kiss my arse but I'm not that kind of guy
I don't wanna be your narcissistic supply, no
I'm not gonna be your narcissistic supply
High horse!
You think you're living out a fantasy
Split personality or is it real now?
Look in the mirror and can you see
If the real narcissist in there is me now?
Could it be? Potentially, it just might be
That truthfully, it's more likely
That maybe I should get off my high horse
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5. |
Food Photos
03:28
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People say we're crazy, they think that we're insane
Posting pictures that we love that they think are kind of lame
Breakfast, lunch or dinner, at any time of day
"Cannoto stoppu" snacking and put it and on display... hey!
Sitting in a restaurant or at a buffet
We're always taking photos even in a cafe
We know that you don't like it, but all we want to say:
"Don't try to fight it, we'll post more again today!"
Ketchup and mayo on our french-fried potatoes
We like food photos! We like food photos!
"Coldo cheesu-cake and a hotto beefu-steake"
We like food photos! We like food photos!
Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Screwing up their faces, they give us dirty looks
When we photograph our meal just like a cook book
If you don't like our food filling up your Facebook
Don't get in a bad mood, if you don't like it, don't look!
Vongole linguine and maguro sashimi
We like food photos! We like food photos!
"Foottolongu hotto doggu and desserto chocolate loggu"
We like food photos! We like food photos!
Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Food is family, food is home, food is love, we all know
So share it all around and put it all on show
If for you it's really dumb then for us it's really fun
So get out and take food photos and don't be so glum... oi!
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6. |
Disco Bay
03:11
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Another ferry-load of city riffraff
Invading our island home
Like seagulls they come and dump all their crap
All over our beach they roam
Restaurants overloaded and the prices go up
Charging like a wounded bull
And if you want a table then you're shit out of luck
'Cause everywhere you go is full
Can't get a coffee in our cafe
Or drive some tees out on the fairway
They start another drunken affray
And kill another peaceful Saturday
They come out and leave us in dismay
In Disco Bay
Their little screaming brats are running all around
As they crowd the bars to watch football
Their dogs are unleashed and shit on the ground
And piss soaks the toilet stalls
Leave our beach in full disarray
Rules ignored or just disobeyed
I think my mind starting to fray
It's all become a tired old cliche
Wish they all could be cast away
From Disco Bay
With a beer in my hand, I'm sitting in the sun
With my feet in the sand, and a flaming shot of rum
I'm a one man beach band, on my toy steel drum
With a beer in my hand, I'm sitting in the sun
Daytrippers come and ruin our day
Island life it starts to decay
I just wish they'd all go away
And go and find another place to play
And not destroy the place we love to stay
Why don't they fuck off on holiday?
'Cause I just want to play my reggae
In Disco Bay
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7. |
Karoshi
03:49
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Planning for the future, try to scrimp and save
Only find out later can't take money to the grave
"Dedicate your life" is what the boss will say
Another day and night of only working and no play
Another dollar for another day
Throw my life away (keep working harder)
Will have a stroke, don't even smoke
Buy myself a rope (need longer hours)
Karoshi! Karoshi! Work until you die
Karoshi! Karoshi! Career suicide
Karoshi! Karoshi! Nobody will cry
Karoshi! Karoshi! When you work until you die
This is no labour of love, so like it or lump it!
Pedantic perfectionist, on details so obsessed
My colleagues nonconformist and it's making me depressed
Practising due diligence and nobody else cares
Only me who gives a fuck so everybody stares
All my family and all my friends
I neglect again (keep working harder)
When my mind cracks, the heart attack
I can't go back (need longer hours)
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8. |
Happy Endings
03:50
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I come to you, my life is such a bore
My missus don't want me anymore
I'm feeling so blue and I don't know what to do
Babe, you've got the face that I adore
"Hola, chica, te quiero, mi amore"
So I come to you and you break out the lube
You never leave, you sick like glue
I'm loving every move that you do
You keep your hold and I follow through
Although my lonely heart it might be breaking
I feel impassioned with your happy endings
Wafting through, the scent of incense lingers
It's cherry pie, the gel between your fingers
I'm fully grown, and more than my mind has been blown
Raven hair and tattooed derriere
You're walkin' 'round with nothing to wear
You help me to forget all my cares
We're always ending happy, and you
Never leave, you sick like glue
I'm loving every move that you do
You keep your hold and I follow through
Although my lonely heart it might be breaking
I feel impassioned with your happy endings
Raven hair and tattooed derriere
You're walkin' 'round with nothing to wear
You help me to forget all my cares
We're always ending happy, and you
Never leave, you sick like glue
I'm loving every move that you do
You keep your hold and I follow through
Although my lonely heart it might be breaking
I feel impassioned with your happy endings
We're always ending happy
Happy endings
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