I was drifting for days
Where the sun don't shine
While the night is young

I might clock a little overtime
I'll work until dawn
Awaken with the setting sun

And I'll tether my blimp
Wherever there's a party on


And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it boils down to it

You could hold the world in the palm of your hand

One big bizarre

The other's like a garage sale
And I'm pitching my stall
To cater to the infidels

I'm shifting my shape
And morphing into Spider-Man
And I'll tether my blimp

Wherever there's a party on

And if you roll with it

You can ride the Spice Train
When it boils down to it
You can hold the world in the palm of your hand


And the beat goes on
From Bahrain to Brixton

From Beirut to Bruges
From Beijing to Boston


And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it comes down to it

You would trade it all for one night in her arms

One big bazaar

The other's like a garage sale
And I peddle my warez
Wherever there's a floor to fill


And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train

When it comes down to it
You would trade it all for one night in her arms


Still the beat goes on
From Bahrain to Brixton
From Beirut to Bruges

From Beijing to Boston
Still the beat goes on
Still the beat goes on