Made in
Walked into a post office, tried to mail a letter
Nobody spoke English, I must be in
I don’t even understand myself
Hey lady, can you give me a hand
Well I got into a taxi, wanted to see the
Wound up at some mall, spending my last dollar
Well, its calling my name, made in
I met a friend of mine in the former
He said its good to have my freedom
I’m not sure what to do then
I said “wrap it up son, save it for later”
My darling Shelia, she called me on the phone
Said I found another man to call my own
She said “ I’ll take the dog too, he always liked me better”
It’s calling my name, made in
Well I’m lost, set out on my own
Looks like I stayed just a little too long
Now I’m walking down the street camera round my neck
Sixteen bags and a sign on my forehead that said
“ Tourist, that’s all”
Oh, it’s calling my name, made in
I met a senorita on the sunny side of
Pretty little smile, big brown eyes in the rain
I never understood what she was saying
I think its better that way
It’s calling my name, made in