[Intro]           [Verse 1] Remember Belgium and the Brussels Museum Where we piled on the front steps like stray cavaliers Our code of living meant little to others The few francs we saved bought some cheap souvenirs [Chorus] But the red lights where the cat fights make it just like Belgium See us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom     Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change And your sweet madame makes it seem just like Belgium just like Belgium [Instrumental]           [Verse 2] Just like a hustler when they look attractive But it’s nothing much more than a slap on the back The price tag of being just a little bit different The first rule to learn is to keep your own distance [Chorus] But the red lights where the cat fights make it just like Belgium See us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom     Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change And your sweet madame makes it seem just like Belgium just like Belgium [Instrumental]                               [Chorus] But the red lights where the cat fights make it just like Belgium See us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom     Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change And your sweet madame makes it seem just like Belgium just like Belgium [Outro] Oh it’s just like Belgium Oh it’s just like Belgium Isn’t that just like Belgium Oh it’s just like Belgium Isn’t that just like Belgium