• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Thailand - Vic Chesnutt
• Thailand - Matty Pop Chart

it's a battle of the culinary artsin that boiling landyou met your mate over across that riverand some good old contraband
in Thailand ...
into our lovely story , who do we insertbut the mighty, mighty Steve Willoughbyhe went searching for that big Buddha in a raincoatand met a wife half the size of he

Every fruit that ripens has exactly just 3 parts
It has the seeds, the juice, the flesh push down these
narrow streets and carts
But you know that every other mango is filled with the
tiny bits of snow
That make up every pretty lady that you know
And if they put the milk in here unbearably thin
And if they take it out well then you'll sup with the
fishermen
You've got 3 pairs of the black and an assortment of
the rest
But that wont put hair upon your chest
Think a little smaller and these beaches never end
The sun is always setting just a little further west
Follow it along and the story will be told
How the girl who chased the light never got old
Because how can time be passing if you never see the
moon
Some people fool themselves within the pearls of the
lagoon
But you can't trade jewels for light or kaleidoscopes
for sights
Sometimes closed eyes make the picturesque more bright
I wish the cameras of the world would fade to a purple
puff of smoke
A vacation without a photograph is just an egg without
a yoke
But the beans grow overnight through the ever present
light
And the bean can match an egg yoke bite for bite
So think a little longer about the crop you chose to
grow
Remember all the mangos with their tiny bits of snow
And that lady will be waiting to walk with you hand in
hand