| Written by - | |
| Mike Pickering, | |
| Paul Heard, | |
| Heather Small | |
| The one-eyed tattoo artist arrives at a sushi sunset. | |
| Walks right on over to my spot say’s listen girl one hot sec. | |
| Mmm java jive man alive gotta keep on climbing `til | |
| I get real high poets in my head, | |
| Prada on my feet this ain’t your average tourist, know what | |
| I mean. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Gonna have to get on down to | |
| Bohemia. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Gonna hafta | |
| Take you down to | |
| Bohemia. I walk into the | |
| Boneyard an | |
| Angel looks up to me says get up off your island or you ain’t in my movie. | |
| Mmm charcoal black, blood on the tracks | |
| I hitched a ride on a love train, | |
| I ain’t comin’ back | |
| I walk through streets of fire, no shoes on my feet. | |
| A walk on the wildside, know what | |
| I mean. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Gonna have to get on down to | |
| Bohemia. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Morning after | |
| Another night in | |
| Bohemia |
| Written by | |
| Mike Pickering, | |
| Paul Heard, | |
| Heather Small | |
| The oneeyed tattoo artist arrives at a sushi sunset. | |
| Walks right on over to my spot say' s listen girl one hot sec. | |
| Mmm java jive man alive gotta keep on climbing til | |
| I get real high poets in my head, | |
| Prada on my feet this ain' t your average tourist, know what | |
| I mean. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Gonna have to get on down to | |
| Bohemia. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Gonna hafta | |
| Take you down to | |
| Bohemia. I walk into the | |
| Boneyard an | |
| Angel looks up to me says get up off your island or you ain' t in my movie. | |
| Mmm charcoal black, blood on the tracks | |
| I hitched a ride on a love train, | |
| I ain' t comin' back | |
| I walk through streets of fire, no shoes on my feet. | |
| A walk on the wildside, know what | |
| I mean. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Gonna have to get on down to | |
| Bohemia. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Morning after | |
| Another night in | |
| Bohemia |
| Written by | |
| Mike Pickering, | |
| Paul Heard, | |
| Heather Small | |
| The oneeyed tattoo artist arrives at a sushi sunset. | |
| Walks right on over to my spot say' s listen girl one hot sec. | |
| Mmm java jive man alive gotta keep on climbing til | |
| I get real high poets in my head, | |
| Prada on my feet this ain' t your average tourist, know what | |
| I mean. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Gonna have to get on down to | |
| Bohemia. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Gonna hafta | |
| Take you down to | |
| Bohemia. I walk into the | |
| Boneyard an | |
| Angel looks up to me says get up off your island or you ain' t in my movie. | |
| Mmm charcoal black, blood on the tracks | |
| I hitched a ride on a love train, | |
| I ain' t comin' back | |
| I walk through streets of fire, no shoes on my feet. | |
| A walk on the wildside, know what | |
| I mean. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Gonna have to get on down to | |
| Bohemia. Global salsa. | |
| Love and laughter. | |
| Morning after | |
| Another night in | |
| Bohemia |
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