Oh...Foreign Land, Oh...Foreign Land
Your sky, your ocean, and your sand
Your mighty Island, reaching hand
And language, I don't understand
Your women, (teasing uncle Sam...)
I gave it all to one of them
She came, she saw, she won and...Man!
My kids are loving: 'Sam I am...'
Back to the women, so, behold!
Lolita is alive, but old
Lost in translation - not her fault
still got the tease - so I was told.
My Foreign Land, my Foreign Land
Your sky, your ocean and your sand
Your women (dare if you can...)
And women...Ah...forget it, man!
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