If there’s some bustle and its in you head   And its all about that man over there   Well he’s a person from your western world   And he’s fat and he’s white   And he’s got it all   Hey man nice Sulu yeah you look the part   With your shells hanging down   On your fat gut   Give the man a Cocktail   Yeah give him some lunch   And a banana lounge to plant his arse      We’re all so different   Though we seem the same   Through the native eye we look so vein      Well he knows Fiji yeah he knows it well   He’s spent two long weeks in this hotel   Give him some Kava watch him drink it down   And if it tastes like shit he’ll tell you aloud   Bula Vinaka is his Native tongue   Through a narrow mind his travelling's done   Good luck my fat friend   Yeah but watch your mouth   You may offend someone somewhere   Its not allowed      On my adventures I will open my eyes   And I’ll open my mind to suck inside   Any foreign culture I can possibly cram   I’ll give respect to the people    And respect what they have