If there’s some bustle and its in you head
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And its all about that man over there
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Well he’s a person from your western world
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And he’s fat and he’s white
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And he’s got it all
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Hey man nice Sulu yeah you look the part
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With your shells hanging down
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On your fat gut
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Give the man a Cocktail
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Yeah give him some lunch
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And a banana lounge to plant his arse
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We’re all so different
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Though we seem the same
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Through the native eye we look so vain
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Well he knows Fiji yeah he knows it well
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He’s spent two long weeks in this hotel
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Give him some Kava watch him drink it down
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And if it tastes like shit he’ll tell you aloud
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Bula Vinaka is his Native tongue
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Through a narrow mind his travelling's done
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Good luck my fat friend
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Yeah but watch your mouth
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You may offend someone somewhere
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Its not allowed
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On my adventures I will open my eyes
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And I’ll open my mind to suck inside
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Any foreign culture I can possibly cram
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I’ll give respect to the people
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And respect what they have
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The Native Eye
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| Xavier Rudd |
