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Sangtekst: Divine Comedy. Bad Ambassador.

I wanna chill, I wanna sit real still
I wanna sleep like the dead on a bed of roses
Me and my lovely wife we're in the prime of life
I wanna feel real, I wanna free-wheel

I wanna steal the show from under their noses
I wanna get you off, ain't that enough?
I'm gonna abseil down my ivory tower
And buy myself a Jaguar

I'm a bad ambassador for that
Elusive place you're searching for
I wanna show you so much more
But maybe some other time

I wanna play with the big boys
I wanna ride with the tough guys on a Japanese motorbike
I wanna hold your hand, hey, what's your favorite band?
I wanna look like they looked

I wanna shake like they shook, I wanna take what they took
I wanna get you high don't ask me why
It's just something I've got to do
I'll try to make it up to you

I'm a bad ambassador for that
Elusive place you're searching for
I wanna show you so much more
But maybe some other time

I'm not the Pope and I don't wanna
Be the Archbishop of Canterbury

I'm a bad ambassador for that
Elusive place you're searching for
I wanna show you so much more
Yeah, I could show you so much more
But I'm a bad ambassador

Well, maybe some other time