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 were sorry
And it wont happen again

Ive got a photo of james joyce
Its a photo by man roy
Its not very very much like him
But its 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
Ill have a martini cocktail
And then well see where we are

So just be nice to your brother
Ill take your sister to bed
And I can bloc bloc bloc till the weekend
But youd better come back soon