Nothing to Declare

Don’t bother me with your customs cards
I got nothing from abroad
No romance, no precious stones
No sexy stories to take home
I went to Cairo
I went to Spain
I swam across the Magellan Strait
I looked for love
And all I got was this lousy t-shirt
I’ve got nothing to declare
Except my loneliness
I’ve got nothing to declare
Nothing of value here
Do your strip search, call your dogs
Spread my legs against the wall
Search my bags, check my soul
My total value is zero
I went to Tokyo
I went to Spain
I walked across the African Plains
I looked for love
And all I got was this lousy t-shirt
I’ve got nothing to declare
Except my loneliness
I’ve got nothing to declare
No fruit, no plants, no animals
No currency, no thing commercial
I’ve got nothing to declare
Nothing of value here
I’m a failed explorer with empty hands
A Don Quixote with jet lag
I’ve got nothing to declare
Except my love not used
I’ve got nothing to declare
No fruit, no plants, no animals
No currency, no thing commercial
I’ve got nothing to declare
Nothing of value here