
Date of issue: 29.07.2010
Song language: English
Land Iio |
Well here we are in Mexico |
But we’re getting sick of donkey shows |
We all got crabs so we packed our bags |
And further south we go |
Land ho, to Argentina we go! |
We’re now in Argentina |
Got stuck in the marina |
The women hopped aboard our boat |
And showed us their vaginas |
Land ho, and off to France we go! |
We’re sailing off to France? |
Fuck France! |
We’re sailing off to Italy |
To treat the women shittily |
We beat them with salami |
And alfredo’d on their tittilies |
Land ho, to Africa we go! |
We’re sailing into Ghana |
Although we didn’t wanna |
'Cause all the Ghanarian men |
Have dicks like anacondas |
Land ho, to Australia we go! |
Well now we’re in Austrailia |
In search of genitalia |
We found a dead koala |
And committed necrophilia |
Land ho, to China we go! |
But, we’ve ended up in Vietnam |
Where all the men have little dongs |
Well that’s okay 'cause we’re not gay |
The women love us long |
Land ho, to the Middle East we go! |
Well now what country is this? |
United Aram Emirates?! |
There’s lots of sweaty camel toe |
And everyone’s a terrorist |
Land ho, and further south we go! |
We’ve sailed around the world again |
And we’ve seen a lot of foreign lands |
Our crotches ache so we’ll take a break |
And stay here in the sand |
We will rest a while in the sand! |