Good morning Mr. Customs Man,
how do you do today?
I ain't got much in my bags,
but I guess you're gonna check
them anyway
You're always huntin' and
searchin'
and lookin' for somethin'
What it is you will not see
Ain't no false bottom in my suitcase
No surprises in my clothes
No bootleg liquor in my bottle
Nothin' but balls in my coat
Still you're huntin' and searchin'
And lookin' for somethin'
What it is God only knows
Yeah
I've got a woman back in Boston
Treats me like a king
I know three girls down in Texas
who love to dance and sing
The only trouble is they're always
hunting and searching
and looking for something
They call the real thing
Now I can see, Mr. Customs Man,
you're a busy cat
And it's really such a shame
We don't have time to stop and chat
For all your hunting and searching
Well, I'll tell you something
It's under my hat