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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