When I was in Sydney 

I had no orientation at all

Neither had I money

When someone tapped on my shoulder

“Can I help you, mister?”, a bagger asked

Who finally became my friend

We sat and talked for hours

Twenty dollars I gave and left


The master said that if you give...

…you`ll be given

Even ten times of what you gave

And here`s my prove

Which is for real 

How friendly is our master


And as I passed Hilton

There were two Lebanese guys at a car

They wore golden bracelets

A silver watch and a big black Porsche

Oh, before I knew it

I was sitting in their car

To be driven around

They found me a hotel


Payed the night and drove away