[instrumental] [Verse] From Southeast Asia, I came to study, English not my first, oh what a journey. Exploring the food scene, oh what a delight, Saw a tart labeled Q-U-I-C-H-E, oh what a sight. [Chorus] "Can I have a quickie?" I asked with a grin, The lady just smiled, oh where do I begin? Every store, every café, the same old tale, Thought it was my accent, oh how I did fail. [Verse repeats] Years went by, and one day it hit, The meaning of "quickie," oh what a fit. Now I laugh when I see that quiche, Oh the memories, they never cease. [Chorus] "Can I have a quickie?" I asked with a grin, The lady just smiled, oh where do I begin? Every store, every café, the same old tale, Thought it was my accent, oh how I did fail. [Outro] Now I know, and I laugh out loud, The quirks of language, they make me proud. From quickies to quiches, oh what a ride, Life's little lessons, with humor on the side. [Repeats] [Big finish]