Gone With the Weed

You should check some Brussels, its really a treat To stroll on, protected by troopers Fast people in Brussels their cigarettes lit With ignition key of old Coopers They serve freshest mussles in Brussels, you must Leave on a table some fee And worshiped by Auden Beaux Arts you can pass If your bag hangs down to the knee There is no menace in the Grand Market place NATO patrols are boys the most thin Their fingers on triggers, would you be amazed In Brussles its just a routine Attend darkened bars by the harbour, proceed A midnight with Chinese lanterns You’ve come for experience, gone with the weed That's Brussels, in cheerful abundance.