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