The comedy here is lacking its soul in way of bite
I wish I was in London, where I could make things right
The cars go by, the people die, just like anywhere else
But it's foreign and I'm yearning for a place to be apart

I wish that der Deutschland was just a block away
I could go take pictures, if not be there everyday
The politicians, and morticians, just like in my home
But it's foreign, and I'm yearning for a place to call my home

I'd love another language, Swedish perhaps
Where I could go and ski and dream away upon the alps
Eugenics, and prosthetics, the weather, isolation
But it's foreign and I'm yearning for a slightly different nation

I need a new Empire, the states are getting boring
Far across the sea the People's Republic is now soaring
The labor, the conditions, the stench of sewage gas
But it's foreign and I'm yearning for some different bureaucrats

Oh, I'll be an expat, but there's nowhere I can go
If I just ignored our problems maybe my town could be my own
A foreign place is different, but only for so long
I'd love to visit England, but I prefer my weather warm

I'll take a boat, I'll take a plane, I'll take a cab or take a train
I'm not looking for a place to settle down, but a land of distractions
Because nothing's more annoying than having to take action