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1955
Pretty soon, the driver He stopped the car And says, we're in Miami We've run out of land but if you Wanna sit in the car and wait a while They'll dredge up some more And I said, if it's all the same to you I'd just as leave, go by a boat You see, we'd hit on this idea Of a different vacation like Visiting a foreign land And we had decided That we'd go over yonder To the British island of Nausea Well, Sir, we got onto this boat Ship, I believe, the captain called it The S. S. Queen of Nausea And we sought sail That must be what the S. S. Is for Sought Sail In no time at all hardly We's surrounded complete by water And not a sight of land nowhere Cept under my fingernails I had the horrible feeling That we was lost at sea til I saw This big fish cork with a bell on it A ringing and a bobbing like A whale had tied into the line Well, I knowed right then That we wasn't lost Cause there's a sign on that fish cork It said, Stuckey's, ten miles Well, by next morning We had reached Nausea for sure So we went on shore to be touristers We saw the native straw market Where the natives is making All kinds of things outta straw But mostly, they is making money Out of the touristers It was all that the travel folders Said it was and more Rare, charming, old world, exotic Nausea Wasn't only exotic, it was expensive They had a native kind of music there In the nightclubs that they call Calypso Them are songs that tell a story Usually sad Well, Sir, when they brought the bill For the evening's entertainment I felt like writing one of them songs Right then and there I was gonna call it, The Tourister's Lament Or the I Ain't Never Been Calypso I had heard about the favorable I had heard about the favorable Rate of exchange over there for your money But I found out, it's in their favor We had what they call, an all expense tour And it sure was Well, finally we got back to Miami Florida, us of A and was getting Set to go ashore and they told us That we have to go through a custom Well, I went and this feller, he said to me Are you an American citizen, and I said Look here, I ain't been gone a week hardly yet And you done forgot that I'm a citizen Well, I am, thankfully And he says, what have you got to declare And I said, I declare I'm broke And glad to get back So then he said that we could go ashore And we went and got in the car and Headed back up Number One Street Just as fast as we could go And friends, I'm telling you If you ain't never been to Nausea Don't go, just send your money
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