I say, come on! To pleasures unknown Where we fly to when we are all bored C'mon for the ride And hop with the jet set tonight We'll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away We wanna save the whales We'll go watch them feed, Buzz around them in boats 'Til they won't breed Just here for the ride Then we hop with the jet set tonight Check out them Indians' ancestral art Some of that would look cute up on our walls Yeah, suit it just fine When you hop with the jet set tonight We'll hire out some poachers to go steel their dolls Who cares if they're sacred-they look awful cute National Geographic found a stone age tribe Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film Won't that be a prize To show the jet set tonight "Aren't they cute, aren't they pure:" Muse subscribers back home Next weekend the junta exterminates them Back home by the sea at our outdoor cafe Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air