What the hell am I doing..

Drinking in Dubai, at 36?

With a nod to Bran Van 3000, of course.


I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,
When mike came over with a script surprise.
A wasta story with a twist,
A habibi show, on jumeirah beach,
Get your ass out of bed, he said:
Ill explain it on the way.

But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in Dubai at 36?
I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

And the blokes on the bus kept on laughing at us,
As we rode on the ten down to Deira again.
Flaring out the g-funk,
Sucking on a shisha,
Just me and a friend.
Feeling kinda groovy,
Working on a movie. (yeah right!)

But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in Dubai at 36?

With my mind on my money and my money on my... beer, beer!

I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick.

Yeah, one more time at trader vics. (I didn't change this!)

Some men there wanted to hurt us,
And other men said we werent worth the fuss.
We could see them all bitching by the bar,
About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.
Then mike turned to me and said:
what do you think we got done son?

Weve got a conclusion, and I guess thats something, so I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in Dubai at 36?
I got the fever for the shisha, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

We need to fix you up, call me Sunday and maybe well fix it all up.

Du-bai, Do-ya-buy, Du-bai, Do-ya-buy?

So I ask you:
What the hell am I doing living in Dubai at 36?

Du-bai, Do-ya-buy, Du-bai, Do-ya-buy?