I want to go up to Detroit

l 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 ManRay

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 give 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

I can bloc bloc bloc till the weekend

But you'd better come back soon