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