I know why the Christians talk about rebirth

A place where the Amstel cost 400 GDR each

End the day, belching drunk down on the beach

A light-weighted suit-case and 14 numbered days

And a tax-free glowing grin all over my face

Nothing taste like vodka in a high-speed jet

But it's hard to hit the middle of the toilet

So if you buy the whiskey

I'll show you the road

Where the heated sand and sunshine knock your load

Eat my advice

Or you better go back and join your own

The first night I met with a bunch of friendly lads

With holiday and party in their heads

We shot down Hot-shots until sunrise

'Til we exposed just the white in our eyes

Woke up the next day, found 3 days were gone

And a bad nuclear 3td world war was on

Conjured a reefer, and the ouzo war was won

Woke up the next day, found another week was gone

Drink yourself braindead

Smoke some fags and fuck

That's ordinary people's

Simply kind of luck