| Song | Going To Hungary |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Ghana |
| we touched down in budapest | |
| headed straight for the motel rooom and got undressed | |
| we had not slept for three or four days | |
| and we slipped underneath the covers | |
| it felt ok | |
| about twelve hours later the sun came out to play | |
| i felt it on my eyelids | |
| i pushed your hair away | |
| you put on your old gloves | |
| you put on your new shirt | |
| i put on my cowboy boots | |
| i slipped on my yellow shirt | |
| we headed out, sweat drying on our bodies | |
| and i got all sentimental | |
| we were heading straight to hell | |
| in a lincoln continental |