So overwhelming, in fact, that I felt that the event needed its own song. So, I wrote one.
I mean, I wrote the lyrics. The music is lifted from the classic pinko folk song, “Little Boxes.”
Click the YouTube video above to familiarize yourself with the music. And then, start memorizing the new lyrics below.
Why? Because *everybody* attending Expatapalooza 2007 will be expected to sing along as Pam and I play our ukuleles.
LITTLE EXPATS
Little expats.
In Sal’s basement.
Drinking shot glasses.
Full of ticky tacky.Little expats.
Popping Prozac.
And they all whine just the same.See them standing.
In the supermarket.
Searching vainly.
For JIF peanut butter.Little expats.
Craving root beer.
And they all whine just the same.They are lawyers.
And writers.
English teachers.
And photographers.And they’re all.
Deprived of vegemite.
And Pep Chews.
And Almond Joys.Later on.
When they’re gray and crusty.
They will move back.
To their native lands.Where they’ll all pine.
For old Europe.
And they’ll all whine.
Just…the…same.
Live it!
COCONUT!
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