The sky fell over cheap Korean monster-movie scenery
  And spilled into the reservoir of the crushed capsule hotel
  Between the Disney abattoir and the chemical refinery
  And I knew I was in trouble but I thought I was in hell
  So you look around the tiny room and you wonder where the hell you are
  While the K.K.K. convention are all stranded in the bar
  They wear hoods and carry shotguns in the main streets of Montgomery
  But they're helpless here as babies 'cause they're only here on holiday
  
  Chorus: What do we care if the world is a joke
  (Tokyo Storm Warning)
  We'll give it a big kiss
  We'll give it a poke
  (Tokyo Storm Warning)
  Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
  (Tokyo Storm Warning)
  We're only living this instant
  
  The black sand stuck beneath her feet in a warm Sorrento sunrise
  A barefoot girl from Naples or was it a Barcelona hi-rise
  Whistles out the tuneless theme song on a hundred cheap suggestions
  And a million false seductions and all those eternal questions
  
  Chorus
  
  So they flew the Super-Constellation all the way from Rimini
  And feasted them on fish and chips from a newspaper facsimile
  Now dead Italian tourists bodies litter up the Broadway
  Some people can't be told you know they have to learn the hard way
  
  Holidays are dirt-cheap in the Costa del Malvinas
  In the Hotel Argentina they can hardly tell between us
  For Teresa is a waitress though she's now known as Juanita
  In a tango bar in Stanley or in Puerto Margarita
  She's the sweetest and the sauciest
  The loveliest and the naughtiest
  She's Miss Buenos Aires in a world of lacy lingerie
  
  Chorus
  
  Japanese God-Jesus robots telling teenage fortunes
  For all we know and all we care they might as well be Martians
  They say gold paint on the palace gates comes from the teeth of pensioners
  They're so tired of shooting protest singers
  That they hardly mention us
  While fountains fill with second-hand perfume
  And sodden trading stamps
  They'll hang the bullies and the louts that dampen down the day
  
  Chorus
  
  We braved the cold November air and the undertaker's curses
  Saying "Take me to the Folies Bergere and please don't spare the hearses"
  For he always had a dream of that revolver in your purse
  How you loved him 'til you hated him and made him cry for mercy
  He said "Don't ever mention my name there or talk of all the nights you cried
  We've always been like worlds apart now you're seeing two nightmares collide"