Lyrics:

I say, come on!
To pleasures unknown
Where we fly to when we are all bored
C'mon for the ride
When we hop with the jet set tonight

We'll sun ourselves red
Down in Montego Bay
Hotel-hired guards
Keep the natives away

We wanna save the whales
We'll go watch them feed
Buzz around them in boats
'Til they won't breed
Just here for the ride
Then we hop with the jet set tonight

What about them Injuns' ancestral art?
Some of that would look cute up on our walls
Yeah, suit it just fine
When we hop with the jet set tonight

We'll hire out some poachers
To go steal their dolls
Who cares if they're sacred?
They look awful cute

Nat. Geographic found a Stone Age tribe
Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film
Won't that be a prize
To show to the jet set tonight?

'Aren't they cute, aren't they pure?'
Muse subscribers back home
Next weekend, the junta exterminates them
Back home by the sea at our outdoor café
Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air