I should be gigging in New Zealand now but I am not
I‘m stuck at Narita instead
I should be singing in Dunedin, smoking kiwi pot
And chilling with the kiwi reds
But when I showed up at the airport to board my flight
I was handed somebody‘s cell phone
Suddenly the future didn‘t look so bright
And I entered the Twilight Zone

The woman on the line said hello
I‘m from Immigration
You may have a ticket but you can‘t go
To our great island nation
I felt like I‘d been hit in the face
With a big old kiwi log
But then I felt the Stasi‘s cold embrace
When she said I‘ve been reading your blog

The spies are reading my blog The introduction and the prologue
And if that‘s so, it just might be true That they‘re watching this video, too