(USA) Staring through the boring Monatana skyline,

wishing that this journey would come to an end
Rolling stoned I'm listing to the gussler,
I want a wash, I wanna' phone my friend

When the sun comes down, we enter our forbidden zone
When the sun comes down, you can't reach us on the phone
Oh no, oh no, bang the drum, beat the gong
Midnight madness and beyond

(Japan) I'm only five foot eight but I'm a giant,

Ginseng roots have many mystic powers
Bowing so much that my back is getting sore,
there's lots of gifts, lots of lovely flowers

(Canada) Now it seems that this lot don't want us,

blingual forms to fill before we go
We're not a gang of international terrorists,
we're just a band that's come to play a show

So beat the drum and bang the gong,
midnight madness and beyond