Well there are some lines that can't be crossed
And sometimes those lines get lost
CHORUS:
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I've got to get out of the wet UK
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VERSE:
Jackson Haring and I were at London Arms
College drunks kicking pigeons in the asses
Yeah feathers flying, and bobbies whining
Like little drunken schoolboys we only thought we were kicking rats
CHORUS:
Will you need anything from Duty Free?
I got to get out of the wet UK
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I've got to get back to the USA
REPEAT DOs
Liam Moore he comes from Kilken-ny
He's a singer and a painter, but not much behind the wheel
Drove my pick-up truck in Iowa into a drainage ditch
He said he thought it was valet parking for the Holiday Inn Express
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I got to get back to Kil-, Kilken-ny
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I've got to get the fuck outta the USA
REPEAT DOs
Well Frank Quinn is an Irish singer
A scuba-diving, paramedic, and a dead ringer
For every Irish fuck who ever had his picture on
A poster for the offices of Irish Tourism
Now I love Frank, and I love all o' his songs
And I love all o' his stories about fishing stiffs out of the Shannon
And how the moss and seaweed would grow upon the skin of the victims
And how one day Frank would go home, and get that gig again
Will you need anything from Duty Free?
I got to get out of the USA
Do you need anything from Duty Free?
I got to get the fuck out of the USA
REPEAT DOs x2
REPEAT INTRODUCTION
