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