I'm goin' down on the vomit express
I'm goin' down with my suitcase full
You can take an ancient vacation
Fly over Florida's deep blue end
Rise up out of this madhouse nation
I'm goin' down to Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on the vomit express
Now we're going to take ourselves
a little bit of free time
I'm going down to the Pottery Goat
I'm going down on the dirt bike lane
I'm goin' down on the night train
Start flyin' for those poor old sick ladies
drowded and drunk and they're crazy
Flyin' home to die in the wobbly air
they wanted the cheapest fare
I'm goin' down the burning road
I'm goin' down on the midnight lane
I'm goin' down on the violent express
Lamb hair corner of the airfield,
Except once walking around the air
field in the great wet heat
Walk out and smell that old mother
load of shit from the tropics
Stomach growl, love, oh friends beware
I'm going down to Pu erto Rico
I'm going down on the vomit express
And I won't eat meat, I won't fuck around
Gonna walk the streets alone
Taxis, buses, and U .S. gas all around
I'm goin' down, wherever we go
I'm goin' down on my midnight plane
I'm goin' down on the Roman Express
Start with poetry at the university,
Look at their breasts, touch their hands,
Sing from the heart, maybe the four
I'm goin' down to Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on the vomit express
I'm goin' down with mustard gauze paint
I walk up on the mountain,
Imagine that forest, vines get lost
Sit cross -legged and medit
Watch every old love turn to gauze
I'm goin' down on the Puerto Rico
I'm goin' down on the built -up plain
I'm goin' down on the vomit express
I'm goin' down with my suitcase plain
See raindrops in the jungle,
Round legs walk around on the mud road
Far from U .S. marked war again
I'm goin' down to sweat out a big load
I'm goin' down on the Midnight Plain
walk the streets in shock
Smoke some grass, need me some cock
Who shows me his white teeth
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the bus express
I'm goin' down with my suitcase,
Don't worry, my old friend,
Talk about politics with the cats
and chant high in the sky
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Bomber Express
I'm going to come back with
And New York's Electrical Eternity here
Pull the air conditioner plug from the wall
Sit down with my straight spine and pray
I'm going down the Boarding Hall
I'm going down on the Midnight Plain
I'm going out on the Bamba Express
I'm going down to Pasadena, Spain