Bowie/pop      I've seen the city   I took the next flight for borneo   They say it's pretty   I like the tee shirts in borneo   Some wear bob marley   Others in playboy or duvalier   Make the last plane come   Let me rise through the cloudy above with a book on borneo   Strangers come and go   It's such a waste of time   Problems far behind   Another day   But even in springtime   It's a rich slice of life   So send me a letter   I'll reply with a postcard   That dusky mulatto   In nylons and tattoos   Hot juice in coke bottles   We dance in the sand   Well, they twirl and they tumble   Yes, they twirl and they tumble   Well, I'll twirl and I'll tumble   I've been to leon's   He's got nine daughters   And a stereo   They say that leon   Watches from the tree tops in borneo   When the road is mud   Everything stops with a thud   That's the way it goes down yonder in borneo   Far beneath his mansion   There's an open drain   Sending all the sewage down the hill   But when the general shows movies   No one hesitates   To sneak from the jungle   They laugh and they mumble   Enjoying the show   And that dusky mulatto   Hot juice in coke bottles   In blue jeans and tattoos   Well, they twirl and they tumble   Yes, they twirl and they tumble   Well, I'll twirl and I'll tumble   I like the free world   They say it's pretty   This time of year   They tumble and twirl   They tumble and twirl   I'll tumble and twirl etc.