text: Via Miami
  Well i got a dirty feeling i need a change of clothes
  Wheres my suitcase nobody knows
  I checked my bags in london, i waited in japan
  Here I am hiding in the can, well
  Giransanvellybadamellicatobrame
  It must have gone via miami, yeh
  I work hard every day saving up my cash
  Looking at my wallet she said no trash
  Honey i can tell you where you gotta invest
  Im blessed with a treasure chest
  Now sitting all alone at my table for two
  She musta gone via miami
  Well lady luck, ill be a fool for you
  I said you, you
  You wanna ticket to the moon baby dont you know
  Id even get a ticket for a springsteen show
  I coulda been a winner if id played my cards
  Now im picking up junk in my backyard
  Coulda been a doctor but I caught a cold
  I coulda been... or so im told
  Any chance that ever came my way
  It musta gone via miami...
  Well lady luck, ill be a fool for you
  I said you, you
  If i offered you some advice
  Would you push my hand away and say no not tonight
  Im losing my mind, ive flipped my lid
  Mental aint the word, cos shes done my head
  I aint a full shilling ive lost the plot
  Gone bananas im over the top
  Well, she checked the computer
  What happend to my brain
  It musta gone via miami
  Via miami...