Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Colombian fields
The natives smile and pass along

A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
Golden Acapulco nights

Then Morocco, and the East
Fly by morning light


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We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express

We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best


Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon
We burn the midnight oil
The fragrance of Afghanistan

Rewards a long day's toil
Pulling into Katmandu
Smoke rings fill the air

Perfumed by a Nepal night
The Express gets you there


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