Tropical Fun
[Verse 1: Louis Parsons]
The seatbelt light is extinguished
Race begins, the bag carousel the finish
Ignorant to the culture, a singlet is on
Like a flag in the air where it doesn't belong
Carry my bags, lower the price
Fetch me a towel with some grog on ice
And if you're lucky, a tip may be offered
But only hard work can open my pockets

[Verse 2: Louis Parsons]
The rotten stench that harasses the senses
Validates my cigarettes flying over fences
Pampered like royalty, and why shouldn't we be?
They should be thanking us for fuelling their economy
A retired couple from Brissy
Been here the last twenty years
"Darl, don't do it, it keeps them busy"
Haggling mode switched on
Justified with the notion
It's not the price but the principle that's wrong
[Chorus: Louis Parsons]
And I was having tropical fun
And I didn't realise that I had it all wrong
But I was having tropical fun
But I didn't realise that I had it all wrong
Foreign feet on the ground
Scrambling, some barking, some better off dead
But I can't judge too much
'Cause in their tracks, I tread

[Verse 3: Louis Parsons]
We show a lot of skin, but they shouldn't mind
It's not their culture, but we have our rights
Boozing through the sun, polluting the air
With a mongrelised 'thank you' in the mother tongue
A villa with service, new linen each day
Trash discarded, and eyes open
To extravagant buffets

[Chorus: Louis Parsons]
And I was having tropical fun
'Cause I didn't realise that I had it all wrong
But I was having tropical fun
'Cause I didn't realise that I had it all wrong
Foreign feet on the ground
Scrambling, some barking, some better off dead
But I can't judge too much
'Cause in their tracks, I tread
[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Louis Parsons]
But I was having tropical fun
And I didn't realise that I had it all wrong
And I was having tropical fun
But I didn't realise that I had it all wrong
Foreign feet on the ground
Scrambling, some barking, some better off dead
But I can't judge too much
'Cause in their tracks, I tread