Mental Floss

All deserters will be shot

At five o'clock tomorrow morning

So get yourselves together

And quit messing around

No more nonsense!

The assassination occurred

At three thirty

No one was there to witness it

Even the breviaries had left

Their tapestries on the window

And we were all silenced

By the sad mildewed cloud

That followed around

I wish I was back in the land of the

Of the, hmm

You can't pin that one on me

I didn't do a goddamn thing

I was just standing there

Then, a bunch of guys came up

And started laying all this shit on me

Now what am I supposed to do?

I'm an american

You can't touch me

Did you know all nuns are forty-two

And their eyes are blue?

Did you know all tablecloths

Are white in france?

Did you know women wear underpants?

They do

How does a musician imitate

The sound of underpants sliding

Over a woman's thighs

Down over her ankles

And over her little toes

And the rings on her toes

And her unclipped toe nails

Lightning struck the magic purse

I didn't do a damn thing, man

I was just standing there

In front of the delicatessen

And all these rabbis ran up

And a bunch of indians

And freaks and monsters

And just started talking

In all these weird languages

What could I say?

Hey, I'm tired of being a freaky musician

I want to be Napoleon

Let's have some more wars around here

What a stinking shitty little war

We have running over there

Let's get a big one

A real big one

With a lot of killings and bombs and blood

School days, school days

Good old-fashioned, rule days

School days, school days

Good old-fashion, rule days