Hong Kong Life

It's Hong Kong life, we work and play in strife,

Jump on the party scene, quick taxi ride,

nation-wide friends to grab yourself a bite,

multicultural cuisine, any time of night,

 

One day off a week, spend it on a beach,

A quick plane flight East Asia is in reach.

Catch up with my peeps, brush off local creeps,

Follow wind and tide, boats or planes or riced up jeeps,

 

Beach bars on a island on my dual sim phone,

Facebook invites, for when we're Home.

Everyone's smiling, not for being stoned

Racking up the miles, music puts us in the zone.

 

Raves on rooftops sponsored by bacardi,

taking san pan boats to junk boat parties,

M T R stops, Kowloon to T S T

Quick train spliffs out the door on the way to Sha Tin V I P,

 

Big house bashes, with a view to take a bow,

Expat substances, no one acting foul,

Model flash their lashes, wake up in Macau,

Mashed up Absinthe memories, it's time for a Tsingtao

 

Swim hotel up bars, tables later that we hit,

Go to the teller, tell her gimme all my band new chips,

predrinks at the park above the Cotai Strip,

When I cross the Pearl River Delta,

Its the only time I get to sleep.