Lichtenstein

I've never been to Lichtenstein it just occurred to me

That beloved Lichtenstien is someplace I'll never see

I've never been to Canada though I used to live near it

I've never been to Mexico although I didn't fear it

The Amazon, that's in Brazil, is somewhere that I'd go

The Andes down in Chile is someplace I'd like to know

But Lichtenstein, yes Lichtenstein, these things you do not have

No nothing like these things with which my wandering spirit to salve

I've never been to Scotland that land my people came from

Nor have I been to England although there they'd think I'm dumb

I've never eaten pizza in beautiful Italy

Nor have I been to Belgium to see the scenery

The Alps of Switzerland I've not traversed nor seen in person

I lived in New York City though back when it was worsen

Erin go bragh I'd love to say while on the Emerald Isle

And listening to Welshmen sing would surely bring a smile

But Lichtenstein, sweet Lichtenstein although I can't explain

Pulls at my heartstrings pluckily and pushes on my brain

France doesn't attract me like that except perhaps the Louvre

And Germany does not make me wish to up and movre

The Czech Republic is pretty when seen on tv

Neighbor Slovakia is also one I'll not be

I might want to go to Poland and eat a sausage there

Or perhaps go to Finland where I can breath frosty air!

But Lichtenstein, yes Lichtenstein I feel calling me

Don't know a thing about you but I'd love to go and see

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