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Don't bother me with your customs cards I got nothing from abroad No romance, no precious stones No sexy stories to take home I went to Cairo I went to Spain I swam across the Magellan Strait I looked for love And all I got was this lousy t-shirt I've got nothing to declare Except my loneliness I've got nothing to declare N-O-T-H-I-N-G Nothing of value here Do your strip search, call your dogs Spread my legs against the wall Search my bags, check my soul My total value is zero I went to Tokyo I went to Spain I walked across the African Plains I looked for love SongtexteAnd all I got was this lousy t-shirt I've got nothing to declare Except my loneliness I've got nothing to declare N-O-T-H-I-N-G No fruit, no plants, no animals No currency, no thing commercial I've got nothing to declare Nothing of value here I'm a failed explorer with empty hands A Don Quixote with jet lag I've got nothing to declare Except my love not used I've got nothing to declare N-O-T-H-I-N-G No fruit, no plants, no animals No currency, no thing commercial I've got nothing to declare Nothing of value here Aus Songtexte Mania