[Verse 1: Kiwi New Zealand-accented male MC, broad and funny over the bouncing two-step drums] Three years at the freezin' works, I saved up every cent Two weeks round the world, bro, and I'm tellin' you, it went Landed back in Auckland with a sunburn and a cough Stood there at the carousel to grab my bag and then I'm off First bag, someone's golf clubs, then a chilly bin, a pram Then a surfboard, then a crate of somebody's nana's jam Forty minutes, everyone's gone home, the belt's still goin' slow Just me and one lonely jandal on it doin' laps, bro Then the lady at the counter types and says, "Your bag's in Dubai" Yeah nah, I've never been there, mate, it must've wanted to try [Hook: Kiwi MC, shouted, the two-step bouncing] Round and round on the carousel Everybody's bag but mine, oh well It's out seein' the world while I'm goin' round Yeah nah, I'm the one that's lost, the bag's been found [Verse 2: Kiwi MC, faster, the guitar stabs chopping] Week two, it's in Lima, and they say it's on the way Week three, it's in Reykjavik, and it's lookin' like it'll stay Got the trackin' on my phone, so I check it every night And my bag's had a better month than me, and that ain't right It's been to Rome and Cairo, it's been to Buenos Aires I've been to the dairy for a pie, and I ate it on the stairs Every time it lands somewhere, they slap another sticker on It's got more stamps than my passport, and my passport's lookin' wrong The boys say, "Get a new bag, bro," but I'm not lettin' it go That bag is livin' my trip, and it's the best trip that I know [Verse 3: split-screen, the Kiwi MC cuts line by line between home and the bag, the stabs flipping with every line] Me, I'm on the couch in Hamilton, rain on the tin roof The bag's on a boat in Santorini, sunburnt, that's the proof Me, I'm at the bus stop with a pie and a damp shoe The bag's at a wedding in Seville, and they're dancin' with it too Me, I'm at the freezin' works, I'm back on the early shift The bag's in a helicopter over glaciers, catchin' a lift Me, I'm checkin' on my lunch break to see where it's been The bag's in a photo with a camel, lookin' keen Then a Tuesday mornin', Auckland, ding, a text says it's arrived It comes round on the carousel, all tanned, with forty stickers, alive I unzip it, and my togs are full of sand from every coast So I'm savin' at the works again to follow it the most [Hook: Kiwi MC, everything in, the two-step slamming] Round and round on the carousel Everybody's bag but mine, oh well It's out seein' the world while I'm goin' round Yeah nah, I'm the one that's lost, the bag's been found [End]
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