From the recording Greek Song
Lyrics
Well I’d never seen
The East side of the world
Or the right half of the globe, no no no
Just a little trip we take
On an airplane in the sky
When all you see for miles is the ocean.
That’s where we talk about the things we’ve seen before
Like chasin’ zebras down the African folklore
Or sleepin’ with the stars in Sweden way up North
You cannot top my best experience I’m sure
Just a bunch of strangers meet in a city built on ruins
They got no clue to what they’re doin’ that’s for sure
A crazy little white haired man said he’s come to lead us down
Into the history of this town if it kills him
That’s where we talk about the things we’ve seen before
My trip to Mexico in Spring of ’94.
And although Greece is nice I miss the Jersey Shore
You cannot top my best experience I’m sure
Seven different islands in a span of three long weeks
In a country I don’t speak the language
Change my money, learn to say “Yasso†as the natives all walk by
And I no longer wonder why they don’t like me
It’s ‘cuz I talk about the things I’ve seen before
I preach America’s the best but I’m not sure
And though it’s cheap here I wish dollars were worth more
You cannot top my best experience I’m sure
A week and change into the trip and I’m feelin’ so rundown
We spent our drachmas in Old Town and we’re tired, so tired
The Post Office went on strike back home our families are wonderin’
If they’ll just ever seen their daughters back on stateside.
’Cuz we longer talk of things we’ve seen before
because we never want to leave Homeric tours
and we realize New York can take the loss
of thirty teachers who all love their summers off.