Down to the village under scorching sun
To see the peasants provide us with fun
To rape and pillage our pocket books
We're taking pictures cause we like the looks
That surround, the peasant town

She took my hand and led me through the door
Told me secrets that I already know
The tourists call her beautiful
And pray for their daughters to look so, but
Do they know

From the roadhouse, Jim and I come
Getting drinks underneath a parasol in the sun
Getting drunk until the evening comes round
Stumble out before the sheriff puts us out
Of his town, dusty peasant town

Jim is still there under the sun
Now part of the sideshow presented for money
For fun
I ask if he'd sit and have a drink that day
He said he couldn't I knew they'd stole his
Heart away