Oh, the beach is dead and there’s no-one around
Well a couple of dudes in each bar but no babes to be found
And the musicians still playing that same ol sound
I aint got no money, I aint got no shoes
Aint got got stuff but that’s nothing to loose
Oh, I’m in Cambodia, singing the rainy season blues
We got 12 more puppies and the cat’s in heat
Flesh eating bacteria digging holes in my feet
And a hot shower would feel like a treat (but I don’t know when that’s going to happen)
I aint got no money, I aint got no shoes
Aint got got stuff but that’s nothing to loose
Oh, I’m in Cambodia, singing the rainy season blues
The water’s got so high there’s a fish in my garden!
I’m damp to the bone and my motobike’s not startin
The cats got the shits, and I’m scared of fartin
I aint got no money, I aint got no shoes
Aint got got stuff but that’s nothing to loose
Oh, I’m in Cambodia, singing the rainy season blues
That’s right, I’m in Cambodia, singing the rainy season blues
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