we middle classes like to fly
our iPods close at hand
with Lonely Planet guiding us
the moment that we land
homo travelycus
of travel we're desirous
not only are we everywhere
we're like a ****ing virus
we flood the world with dollar bills
with roubles and with francs
Mc Donalds follows close behind
and so do all the yanks
homo travelycus
there is no species like us
the natives smile and be polite
but really want to strike us
we travel here we travel there
we click and post our pics
and all the while the locals, well
they think we're stupid hicks
homo travelycus
will part with a good buy kiss
and blog "the culture is so quaint
- they really really like us"
when future diggers find our bones
down deep deep in the ground
they'll scatch their heads and ponder
just what it is they found
"homo travelycus
prolific hungry Lycos
extinction caught them by suprise
but they were never like us"
*Lycos = Wolf
