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