TurtleFrogMan Lyrics - There it is! How About That!

TurtleFrogMan - There it is! How About That!

I don't like to travel on vacation
There's the packing and the subsequent unpacking
There's the waiting for your time to board frustration
There's a fat guy sitting next to you that's smacking

Security at airports is a hassle
And there's no room in the overhead bins
And the baggage claim conveyor belt bag 'rassel
And after all of that the real work begins

We Went to Washington DC to visit
Just the wife and I a nice romantic jaunt
Its supposed to be inspiring but is it?
I suppose it just depends on what you want

We walked through all the national museums
To be honest, it seemed like a tourist trap
In this city, the enshrinement of our freedoms
I bought a shot glass and some other worthless crap

We saw the Washington monument
And I wanted to like it
But I was tired after traveling so far

Well there it is!
How bout that!
Isn't that something?
Looks just like the picture!
Yeah there it is
How about that!
Now, where's the bar?

We plan to visit Europe on vacation
To commemorate our anniversary
Maybe Italy will be our destination
Our perhaps we'll find ourselves in gay Paris

You only live once so you thread the needle
As they say, you seize the day! Carpe diem
And buy a coffee mug from Notre Dame Cathedral
Or a T Shirt from the Roman Coliseum

We'll see the Eiffel Tower or perhaps the Sistine Chapel
Wherever you go there you are!

Well there it is!
How bout that!
Isn't that something?
Looks just like the picture!
Yeah there it is
How about that!
Now, where's the bar?

I can't explain it to you, it's not like I'm some sort of snobby purist
But to go and visit statues or see monuments just seems so damn Mundane
And I've always hated being treated like I'm just another stupid tourist
I'd rather get drunk with the locals like our late, great hero Anthony Bourdain

The last thing I remember I was driving
And when I woke up I was standing in a line
I couldn't tell "are we departing or arriving?"
And right above us was this blinking neon sign

It read "welcome to your final destination"
And it was hot and such an awful sulfur smell
And then it hit me: "this will be my last vacation"
I'm about to be a resident of hell

I'm looking through the gates of hell and standing right beside me
Satan puffing on a big cigar

Well there it is!
How bout that!
Isn't that something?
Looks just like the picture!
Yeah there it is
How about that!
Now, where's the bar?

Written by:
BD Shap

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