Lard

Lard - Pineapple Face lyrics

rate me

Red Alert from the Dairy Queen

To the Vatican from Panama City

Yeh... Yeh...

Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal

Hey - lemme crash at your place for a while

Yeh... Yeh...

I know I've shot your priests all full of holes

But you forgave the guy who shot you

I'm being persecuted, man

Let me in, let me in

Yeh... Yeh...

Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack

I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear

Dignity Battalions terrify and rule the streets

Pictures of the Smurfs tattooed on the sides of their jeeps

When the mouse that roared

Bites the elephant that feeds

Ringmaster cracks

20,000 whips

Yeh... Yeh...

All I did was double-cross the CIA

G.E. and Lockheed do that every day

Yeh... 'Aw yeh...

The Gringoes siezed all my pottery frogs

And teddy bears dressed in cammo fatigues

The Hitler poster by the Christmas tree

Save me, Tipper

They're blasting Bon Jovi at me

At me

Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack

I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear

Sex with boys and girls in my chopper high in the sky

When kinder gentler bombs

Explode in thousand points of light

Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!

Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!

Corrupto! Asesino!

Asesino!

The place is surrounded

I can't get away

Even sent the Stealth bomber

Just to prove it'll fly

For Yankee teen anguish

Use Pineapple Face

As American as where Coca Cola got its name

Yeh... Oh yeh...

I promise, monsignor, you can trust me

I'll even goon tour with David Crosby

Yeh... Yeh...

"Forgive me, kids, drugs ruined my life"

I'll even tell 'em condoms make you go blind

Yeh... Yeh...

Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside

Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside

Can't show my face, can't show my face

Can't show my face, or they'll tear it away

Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!

Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!

Corrupto! Asesino!

Asesino!

Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack

Hafta wonder if this guy really exists

Who in their right mind would pose for Time magazine

Frosted thumb in mouth, slicing his birthday cake with a machete

Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!

Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!

Ding dong the witch is dead

More warm up in Uncle Sam's bullpen

Cartoon boogeyman to keep people scared

I believe every word 'cos the truth is too weird

Who framed Roger Rabbit

Who framed Khaddafi then blew up his kid

Nothing to do now but spill the beans

Florida here I come

Yeh...

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