Washington D.C.- The spin capital of the world!
Huhn, what is it good for . . .
Absolutely NOTHIN' ! ! !
Be the first on on your block, to have your boy come home in a box . . . [/size]
Gloria-osky, Ms. Steinem ! ! !
Shut up and show us your residuals.
And it's one two three, what are we fightin for
Who cares, I don't give a damn
We're all goin to Vi-et Nam
And it five six seven open up the pearly gates
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee we're all gonna die.
Come on now Wall Street, don't be slow
Now's the time for War-a-go-go.
There's plenty of good money, to be made
Supplyin' the Army with the tools of their trade.
And we know that peace can only be won,
When we've blown 'em all to Kingdom Come![/size]
Said i'm goin' down to Yazgur's farm,
Gonna join in a rock-n-roll band . . .
Come on mothers throughout the land
Pack your boys off to Vi-et Nam
Come on fathers don't hesitate
Send your sons off before it's too late
And you can be the first ones on the block
To have your son come home in a box.
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There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
An' Jesus Christ, died fer nothin', i suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't try to count the years
An' sweet songs don't play too long on
Broken Radio-o-o-o-os . . .[/size]
Let's Go Get Stoned.............
'K, i'm always up fer that . . .
Comin' in from London from over the Pole
Flyin' in big airliner
Chickens' flyin' everywhere around the plane
You know we couldn't feel much finer
Comin' into Los Angeles
Bringin' in a couple a keys
Don't check my bags, if you please
Mr. Customs Man . . . [/b][/size]
Try, try, try just a little bit harder
So I can love, love, love him, I tell myself
Well, I'm gonna try yeah, just a little bit harder
So I won't lose, lose, lose him to nobody else.
Hey! Well, I don't care how long it's gonna take you now,
But if it's a dream I don't want No I don't really want it
If it's a dream I don't want nobody to wake me
(as the goofieness deepens . . . )
Her mother was a beauty operator
Her sister could weave an' spin
Her Daddy owned a liquor still an' a old cotton gin
Just watch that ol' money rollin' in
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
I'm gonna lay aroun' this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
Just rollin' in my sweet baby's arms . . . [/b][/size][/color]
