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 wanna save the whales
We´ll go watch them feed,
Buzz around them in boats
´Til 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 steel 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 cafe
Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air