Lard - Sylvestre Matuschka Lyrics
Red Alert from the Dairy QueenTo the Vatican from Panama CityYeh... Yeh...Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole palHey - lemme crash at your place for a whileYeh... Yeh...I know I've shot your priests all full of holesBut you forgave the guy who shot youI'm being persecuted, manLet me in, let me inYeh... Yeh...Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crackI shall be released, thanks to my red underwearDignity Battalions terrify and rule the streetsPictures of the Smurfs tattooed on the sides of their jeepsWhen the mouse that roaredBites the elephant that feedsRingmaster cracks20,000 whipsYeh... Yeh...All I did was double-cross the CIAG.E. and Lockheed do that every dayYeh... 'Aw yeh...The Gringoes siezed all my pottery frogsAnd teddy bears dressed in cammo fatiguesThe Hitler poster by the Christmas treeSave me, TipperThey're blasting Bon Jovi at meAt meVoodoo priestesses and interplanetary crackI shall be released, thanks to my red underwearSex with boys and girls in my chopper high in the skyWhen kinder gentler bombsExplode in thousand points of lightCara de Pina - Muere! Muere!Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!Corrupto! Asesino!Asesino!The place is surroundedI can't get awayEven sent the Stealth bomberJust to prove it'll flyFor Yankee teen anguishUse Pineapple FaceAs American as where Coca Cola got its nameYeh... Oh yeh...I promise, monsignor, you can trust meI'll even goon tour with David CrosbyYeh... Yeh...
