Where the sun don't shine
While the night is young
I might clock a little overtime
I'll work until dawn
Awaken with the setting sun
And I'll tether my blimp
Wherever there's a party on
And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it boils down to it
You could hold the world in the palm of your hand
One big bizarre
The other's like a garage sale
And I'm pitching my stall
To cater to the infidels
I'm shifting my shape
And morphing into Spider-Man
And I'll tether my blimp
Wherever there's a party on
And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it boils down to it
You can hold the world in the palm of your hand
And the beat goes on
From Bahrain to Brixton
From Beirut to Bruges
From Beijing to Boston
And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it comes down to it
You would trade it all for one night in her arms
One big bazaar
The other's like a garage sale
And I peddle my warez
Wherever there's a floor to fill
And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it comes down to it
You would trade it all for one night in her arms
Still the beat goes on
From Bahrain to Brixton
From Beirut to Bruges
From Beijing to Boston
Still the beat goes on
Still the beat goes on
I was drifting for days Where the sun don't shine While the night is young I might clock a little overtime I'll work until dawn Awaken with the setting sun And I'll tether my blimp Wherever there's a party on And if you roll with it You can ride the Spice Train When it boils down to it You could hold the world in the palm of your hand One big bizarre The other's like a garage sale And I'm pitching my stall To cater to the infidels I'm shifting my shape And morphing into Spider-Man And I'll tether my blimp Wherever there's a party on And if you roll with it You can ride the Spice Train When it boils down to it You can hold the world in the palm of your hand And the beat goes on From Bahrain to Brixton From Beirut to Bruges From Beijing to Boston And if you roll with it You can ride the Spice Train When it comes down to it You would trade it all for one night in her arms One big bazaar The other's like a garage sale And I peddle my warez Wherever there's a floor to fill And if you roll with it You can ride the Spice Train When it comes down to it You would trade it all for one night in her arms Still the beat goes on From Bahrain to Brixton From Beirut to Bruges From Beijing to Boston Still the beat goes on Still the beat goes on Explain Request ×
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