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

N-O-T-H-I-N-G

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

N-O-T-H-I-N-G

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

N-O-T-H-I-N-G

No fruit, no plants, no animals

No currency, no thing commercial

I've got nothing to declare

Nothing of value here