I say, come on! 
To pleasures unknown 
Where we fly to when we are all bored 
C'mon for the ride 
And hop with the jet set tonight  
 
We'll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay 
Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away  
 
We wanna save the whales 
We'll go watch them feed, 
Buzz around them in boats 
'Til they won't breed 
Just here for the ride 
Then we hop with the jet set tonight  
 
Check out them Indians' ancestral art 
Some of that would look cute up on our walls 
Yeah, suit it just fine 
When you hop with the jet set tonight  
 
We'll hire out some poachers to go steel their dolls 
Who cares if they're sacred-they look awful cute  
 
National Geographic found a stone age tribe 
Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film 
Won't that be a prize 
To show the jet set tonight  
 
"Aren't they cute, aren't they pure:" 
Muse subscribers back home 
Next weekend the junta exterminates them  
 
Back home by the sea at our outdoor cafe 
Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air