I want to go up to detroit
I want to lie in the shade
I want to visit the president
And then i want to get laid
I want to go down to memphis
I want to talk to the king
I want to tell him we're sorry
And it won't happen again
I've got a photo of james joyce
It's a photo by man roy
It's not very very much like him
But it's not for me to say
She sacrifices her body
Almost every night
Just like a lamb to the slaughter
And she thinks it makes him feel right
You gave me so many problems
You made me crash in my car
I'll have a martini cocktail
And then we'll see where we are
So just be nice to your brother
I'll take your sister to bed
And i can bloc bloc bloc till the weekend
But you'd better come back soon