Well We're All Packed Up And We're Iroquois Bound,

Tuning Our Ears For The F.M. Sound.

We Got A Million Problems, We're On Our Way,

44th, New York, U.S.A.



That Big Crazy City Don't Blink An Eye,

Anytime We Pass By.

It Just Keeps Strechting Up So High,

Like A Rocket, Shooting, To The Sky.

Iroquois ! Iroquois !



Special Branch Got Their Feelers Out,

Our Names And Addresses 'cos We're In Doubt.

Down The Corridor, Keep In Lane,

Find The Worst Seats On The Plane.



Find A Tacky Statue Three Inches High,

Dirty Rain Falls From A Dirty Sky.

On The Corner Of The Street There's A Big Black Fella' ..

Trying To Sell Me An Umberalla.



Get The Kraut Boys Round For A Smoke An' A Beer,

There's Gotta Be A Pizza Delivery Near.

Call The Barf Patrol, There's A Stain On The Floor,

A Weeks P.D's For The Bathroom Floor.