Sunday, December 14, 2025

TAJIKISTAN VACATION

YO, Get in the front seat bro

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o LYRICS BELOW

[Verse 1]

I said to Mary, “Honey let’s go somewhere weird”

She said “Fine, but no mosquitoes and no beard”

Found a deal on the internet, clicked too fast

Now we’re flying to Tajikistan – first class? Ha, economy, last!  


[Pre-Chorus]

And the plane is shaking

And the pilot’s faking

And the in-flight meal is mystery meat

And my seat won’t recline and my foot fell asleep  


[Chorus]

This is my Tajikistan vacation

This is my Tajikistan vacation

Snow on the mountains, yak on the grill

Wi-Fi is zero, phone has no bill

This is my Tajikistan vacation

(And I left my blood-pressure pills!)  


[Verse 2]

Land in Dushanbe at 4 a.m.

Driver named Rustam says “Welcome, my friend!”

Hands me a thermos – fermented mare’s milk

I drink it to be polite and immediately feel ill  Hotel room has two beds and one light

Soviet carpet that glows in the night

Mary says “Look, the shower has… settings?”

It’s either ice pick or dragon breath – no in-betweens  


[Chorus]

This is my Tajikistan vacation

This is my Tajikistan vacation

Plov so greasy it slides off the plate

Bread so big we use it as second base

This is my Tajikistan vacation

(And the toilet is a hole with a view of the sheep!)  


[Bridge]

And the guide says “Now we drive the Pamir Highway!”

And the road is gone missing, okay!

And the yak is in the backseat, why?

And Mary yelling “If I die, I swear I’ll haunt this guy!”  


[Verse 3]

Woke up in a yurt, altitude 4000 meters

Head is pounding like a disco with cheaters

Old lady brings tea with butter and salt

I smile like I love it – this is all my fault  But the stars… my God, the stars at night

So many you could scoop ’em with a satellite

Mary’s asleep on a pile of rugs

I whisper “Sorry babe… but zero bugs!”  


[Final Chorus]

This is my Tajikistan vacation

This is my Tajikistan vacation

Foot doesn’t hurt, heart is too high

Bread weighs ten pounds but the sky is so wide

This is my Tajikistan vacation

(Next year we’re going to Florida… maybe)  


[Outro]

And Rustam says “You come back soon?”

I say “Inshallah, brother… maybe June.”



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