Sometimes I'll hop a plane, fly to Spain;
Money I'll borrow.
Just before I fly,
I say, "I'll pay you back tomorrow."

Liens on me; I know it's wrong
To steal from my friends
And carry debt so long.
But I'll be long gone
They won't catch me
'Cause I'm gonna leave on

Air Grand Caymans ride
"Hey there, old friend, could I please borrow
Some dough from you to help meet my needs
Pay you tomorrow."

Liens on me; I must be strong
To haul all the yen
Stashed in my carry-on
I will be long gone
They won't catch me
And I've been a leech on

My friends, yes, I took more than my share
From Tom, Dick, Harry--
Ripped off their abode,
Lightened their load.
They try to call me/

No answer. "Where's that mother?!
If I get my hands
On that crook, I am gonna lean on
him!" No dice, pals, because I'm walkin' foreign sands,
So, go ahead and slap your liens on,

Liens on me, 'cause I'm long gone
I won't make amends
Or even say, "So long."
Bags bursting with bonds,
I am gonna need
Somebody to lean on.