Lyrics

I like to stroll on the Costa Del Sol at sunrise
And to me, Waikiki is the place to be, speaking funnies
I like to dine in a Florentine palazzo
You can laugh and call me fatso, that’s okay by me

I like to stick with the first class ticket buyers
Setting trends with my trend-setting friends, the frequent flyers
I like to shop on the Champs-Elysees, eat curry in old Bombay
And spend New Year’s Day in either St. Tropez or Rome
But if it’s all the same to you, let’s eat home

I like to lunch with the bunch in old Savannah
I know a swell motel north of Kalispell, Montana
I like to eat in my suite at the Copa Cabana
And I know a bar in Havana where they serve goat lip tea

I’d jump a jet just to samba one set in Rio
To say, Hi, how’s the folks, maybe swap some jokes with the trio
And then it’s off to my condo in Spain, hang glide off the coast of Maine
And spend Labor Day in either Monterey or Nome
But if it’s all the same to you, let’s eat home