| Song | Machu Picchu |
| Artist | Old Man Luedecke |
| Album | My Hands are on Fire and other Love Songs |
| Machu Picchu | |
| I was climbing the stairs at Machu Pichu | |
| Found my cell phone and tried to reach you | |
| The sun went down on the MacDonald Bridge | |
| I found your carrots in my fridge | |
| There was never a job that I couldn’t find my way out of | |
| There’s beer in the bag on the kitchen table | |
| I’m just sitting here peeling the labels | |
| Have I lost that little spark that told me I can trust my heart | |
| That beer hits the spot ‘course the spot’s about a mile wide | |
| I’ll kiss your shoulders and kiss your back | |
| And all your special parts I lack | |
| I was sitting in a hot spring in Idaho | |
| Found a digital watch whose time went slow | |
| There was never a song that I couldn’t sing my way out of | |
| I've been hitchin' and campin' and sufferin' in bars | |
| Thinking about more reliable cars | |
| I was ridin' in my sister's car, think I saw this minor star | |
| She was leggy and lean, but didn't seem so special at all | |
| Saw the moon go staggering up my street | |
| He was drunk and lost with his face like meat | |
| I was always weary from the start | |
| Bound my pessimism to my art | |
| With occasional flutterings of a life sized heart | |
| I rode through town pushing a fog before me | |
| Gotta find a city where they all adore me | |
| Fuller Terrace you are the street | |
| You really got me on my feet | |
| I need a day so bright that I could barely speak | |
| And I need that day to last 'bout two or three weeks | |
| I was climbing the stairs at Machu Pichu | |
| Found my cell phone and tried to reach you | |
| The sun went down on the MacDonald Bridge | |
| I found your carrots in my fridge | |
| There was never a song that I couldn't sing my way out of |
| Machu Picchu | |
| I was climbing the stairs at Machu Pichu | |
| Found my cell phone and tried to reach you | |
| The sun went down on the MacDonald Bridge | |
| I found your carrots in my fridge | |
| There was never a job that I couldn' t find my way out of | |
| There' s beer in the bag on the kitchen table | |
| I' m just sitting here peeling the labels | |
| Have I lost that little spark that told me I can trust my heart | |
| That beer hits the spot ' course the spot' s about a mile wide | |
| I' ll kiss your shoulders and kiss your back | |
| And all your special parts I lack | |
| I was sitting in a hot spring in Idaho | |
| Found a digital watch whose time went slow | |
| There was never a song that I couldn' t sing my way out of | |
| I' ve been hitchin' and campin' and sufferin' in bars | |
| Thinking about more reliable cars | |
| I was ridin' in my sister' s car, think I saw this minor star | |
| She was leggy and lean, but didn' t seem so special at all | |
| Saw the moon go staggering up my street | |
| He was drunk and lost with his face like meat | |
| I was always weary from the start | |
| Bound my pessimism to my art | |
| With occasional flutterings of a life sized heart | |
| I rode through town pushing a fog before me | |
| Gotta find a city where they all adore me | |
| Fuller Terrace you are the street | |
| You really got me on my feet | |
| I need a day so bright that I could barely speak | |
| And I need that day to last ' bout two or three weeks | |
| I was climbing the stairs at Machu Pichu | |
| Found my cell phone and tried to reach you | |
| The sun went down on the MacDonald Bridge | |
| I found your carrots in my fridge | |
| There was never a song that I couldn' t sing my way out of |