Remember Belgium and the Brussels Museum
Where we piled on the front steps like stray cavaliers.
Our code of living meant little to others

The few francs we saved bought some cheap souvenirs.

But the red lights where the catfights make it just like Belgiun
See us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom.
Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare''change

And your sweet madame makes it seem just liE:e Belgium

just like Belgium.
Just like a hustler when they look attractive

Oh
it's nothing much more than a slap on the back.
The price tag of being just a little bit different.
The first rule to learn is to keep your own distE nce.
But the red lights where the catfights make it just like Belgium.
But the red lights where the catfights make it just like Belgium.
Just like Belgium
just like Belgium
. . .