Hop With The Jet Set

I say, come on
To pleasures unknown
Where we fly to when we are all bored
C'mon for the ride
And hop with the Jet Set tonight

We'll Sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay
Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away

We want to save the whales
We'll go watch them feed
Buzz around them in boats
Till they won't breed
Just here for the ride
Then we hop with the Jet Set tonight

Check out them Indians' ancestral art
Some of that would look cute up on our walls
Yeah, suit it just fine
When you hop with the Jet Set tonight

We'll hire out some poachers to go steal their dolls
Who cares if they're sacred-they look awful cute

National Geographic found a Stone Age tribe
Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film
Won't that be a prize
To show the Jet Set tonight

Aren't they cute, aren't they pure
Muse subscribers back home
Next weekend the junta exterminates them
Back home by the sea at our outdoor café
Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air