Well, he came down on vacation ‘cause he liked the tropic sun
Margueritas and the music made it awsome fun
He bought a piece of heaven on the Caribbean sea,
He’s a happy little camper in Belize
He commenced to build a condo but the labour costs were high
His partner stole his money, and left him high and dry
His land is still a mud hole where you sink up to your knees,
And he’s just another Gringo in Belize
Chorus:
He’s a planner, he’s a dreamer, he’s a sordid little schemer,
He seems to think that money grows on trees…
He’s a whiner, he’s a loser, he’s a dedicated boozer,
He’s just another Gringo in Belize
Well, he used to have a girlfriend, but now he can’t afford her,
‘cause one of his investors got busted at the border,
He wasted all his money payin’ bribes ‘n’ fines ‘n’ fees,
And He’s just another Gringo in Belize.
So he sold his motorcycle, and somebody stole his boat,
They ran it on the reef and now the damn thing just won’t float,
The only thing that’s free is mud, mosquitoes, and the breeze,
And he’s just another Gringo in Belize!
(Chorus)
Now he’ll drink a beer for breakfast, and chase it with rum punch,
He’s smokin’ up his dinner, he’s snortin’ up his lunch,
He’s been wasted on the mainland, now he’s stoned out in the cayes,
And he’s just another Gringo in Belize
(Chorus)
…He’s just another Gringo in Belize
(come to think of it, tho)
Sounds like a pretty good gol-dern life to me! |