Down in the jungle, you can hear a rumble,
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Way up the Himalayas, in a Mexican bodega,
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Something is going on,
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People are coming, running round the world,
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There's no way to avoid them, they're everywhere,
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You can see them on the streets of London town; They've found a tourist attraction,
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It's a bobby on the beat,
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Yes a tourist attraction,
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They're all looking at his feet,
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And the blue rinse ladies,
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Shooting cameras from the hip,
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Doing Europe in two days,
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"We've had a wonderful trip!"
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And he turns to the Palace,
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You can almost hear him say,
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"Your Majesty why don't you tell them,
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Please go away!"
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Tourist attraction, tourist attraction, tourist attraction;
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Caribbean island, cool drink in my hand,
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Nearest thing to Paradise, the native girls are very nice;
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Something is going wrong,
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People are coming, running down the beach,
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Cameras at the ready, get out of reach,
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Time to grab my things, I'm heading for the hills; They've found a tourist attraction,
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Yes my little hideaway,
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It's a tourist attraction, it will never be the same,
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There's a big bus driver taking money on the side,
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"Everybody stick together and please follow the guide,"
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And way over yonder, they hear somebody yell,
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"I came here for the peace and quiet, y'all go to hell!"
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Tourist attraction, tourist attraction, tourist attraction, tourist attraction...
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Tourist Attraction
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Chris De Burgh |