Via Miami Ian Gillan (Ft. Roger Glover)

Well, I got a dirty feeling I need a change of clothes
Where’s my suitcase nobody knows
I checked my bags in London, I waited in Japan
Here I am hiding in the can, well
Giransanvellybadamellicatobrame
It must have gone via Miami, yeah

I work hard every day saving up my cash
Looking at my wallet, she said no trash
Honey I can tell you where you gotta invest
I’m blessed with a treasure chest
Now sitting all alone at my table for two
She musta gone via Miami

Well lady luck, I’ll be a fool for you
I said you, you
You wanna ticket to the moon baby don’t you know
I’d even get a ticket for a Springsteen show

I coulda been a winner if I’d played my cards
Now I’m picking up junk in my backyard
Coulda been a doctor but I caught a cold
I coulda been… or so I’m told
Any chance that ever came my way
It musta gone via Miami…