He's a cur, he's a cad, he's a dead man
Looking for his shoes in Thailand
With a book of moves in his backpack
And a travel plan longer than his lifespan
Found himself at the bottom of a beer can
He's just got to get away
He's in a cold sweat every day
He just has to find a way
But he's a dead man anyway
You can't know it all but he can
There's an image of a skull in his suntan
And a book of nothing in his backpack
He cracks jokes but they sound like feedback
The world owes him everything it can
He's just got to get away
He's in a cold sweat every day
He just has to find a way
But he's a dead man anyway