Spice Train

I was drifting for days
 Where the sun don't shine
 While the night is young
 I might clock a little overtime
 I'll work until dawn
 Awaken with the setting sun
 And I'll tether my blimp
 Wherever there's a party on
 And if you roll with it
 You can ride the Spice Train
 When it boils down to it
 You could hold the world in the palm of your hand
 One big bizarre
 The other's like a garage sale
 And I'm pitching my stall
 To cater to the infidels
 I'm shifting my shape
 And morphing into Spider-Man
 And I'll tether my blimp
 Wherever there's a party on
 And if you roll with it
 You can ride the Spice Train
 When it boils down to it
 You can hold the world in the palm of your hand
 And the beat goes on
 From Bahrain to Brixton
 From Beirut to Bruges
 From Beijing to Boston
 And if you roll with it
 You can ride the Spice Train
 When it comes down to it
 You would trade it all for one night in her arms
 One big bazaar
 The other's like a garage sale
 And I peddle my warez
 Wherever there's a floor to fill
 And if you roll with it
 You can ride the Spice Train
 When it comes down to it
 You would trade it all for one night in her arms
 Still the beat goes on
 From Bahrain to Brixton
 From Beirut to Bruges
 From Beijing to Boston
 Still the beat goes on
 Still the beat goes on