Lyrics:

I was drifting for days
Where the sun don't shine
While the night is young
I clock a little overtime

I'll work until dawn
Awaken with the setting sun
And I'll tether my blimp
Wherever there's a party on

And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it boils down to it,
You could hold the world
In the palm of your hand

One big bazaar
The Earth is like a garage sale
I'm pitching my stall
To cater to the infidel

And I'm shifting my shape
Morphing into Spider-Man
And I'll tether my blimp
Wherever there's a party on

'Cause if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it boils down to it,
You could hold the world
In the palm of your hand

And the beat goes on
From Bahrain to Brixton
From Beirut to Bruges
From Beijing to Boston

And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it comes down to it,
You would trade it all
For one night in her arms

One big bazaar
The Earth is like a garage sale
And I peddle my wares
Wherever there's a floor to fill

And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it comes down to it,
You would trade it all
For one night in her arms

Still the beat goes on
From Bahrain to Brixton
From Beirut to Bruges
From Beijing to Boston

Still the beat goes on
Still the beat goes on
Still the beat goes on, on, on...