Spice Train Thomas Dolby

I was drifting for days
Where the sun don't shine
While the night is young
I clock a little overtime

I'll work until dawn
Awaken with the setting sun
And I'll tether my blimp
Wherever there's a party on

And if you roll with it
You can ride the Spice Train
When it boils down to it
You could hold the world
In the palm of your hand

One big bazaar
The Earth is like a garage sale
I'm pitching my stall
To cater to the infidel

And I'm shifting my shape
Morphing into Spider-Man
And I'll tether my blimp
Wherever there's a party on