I say, come on!   To pleasure unknown   Where we fly to when we are all bored   C'mon for the ride   And hop with the jet set tonight   We'll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay Hotel   -hired guards keep the natives away   We wanna save the whales   We'll go watch them feed,   Buzz around them in boats   'Til they won't breed   Just here for the ride   Then we hop wit the jet set tonight   Check out them Indians' ancestral art   Some of that would look cute up on our walls   Yeah, suit it just fine   When you hop with the jet set tonight   We'll hire out some poachers to go steel their dolls   Who cares if they're sacred-they look awful cute   National Geographic found a stone age tribe   Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film   Won't that be a prize   To show the jet set tonight   "Aren't they cute, aren't they pure..."   Muse subscribers back home   Next weekend the junta exterminates them   Back home by the sea at our outdoor cafe   Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air