Malaysia, my home

Go in the car, go in the plane,
Go across the sea, go abstain.
Take a little break, take a little rest.
To the home you know the very best.

My holidays are so filled with joy,
My playground when I was a boy.
My own country, oh sweet sweet home.
My palace, my heart, my own Rome.

Malaysia is my home.

The streets! The smells! The happy memories!
Of last year, and times before with reverie.
New and old Malaysian culture,
Still a happy memory for me to procure.

Malaysia is my home.

Go in the car, go in the plane,
Go across the sea, go abstain.
Go take in familiar sights and sounds,
Back to the old places, houses and towns.

I was raised abroad, wasn’t born there,
It feels more like home than anywhere.
It’s weird, Malaysia isn’t exactly paradise,
But for me, it sure holds a spice.

Malaysia is my home.

Go in the car, go in the plane,
Go across the sea, go abstain.
My heart drives me to my cloud eleven.
The place where life holds my heaven.

My slice of happy, the Island Eden,
I promise to visit you again.
On one day, one happy holiday.
Adios, Malaysia, til next time I stay.