Duty Free

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 Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do 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