Cause I'm sick of conversations with people I despise
I'm sick of free love and always quenching my desires
I'm sick of groovy, dig it, and like wow
I'm sick of it all I want to crush, kill, destroy.

I wanna spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the 60's
I want a switchblade to cut their lovebeads
An enema, (enema, emnema), not love,
That's what the world needs now.

My body is a temple, it's a sacred site
She's chanting mantras she's a loser lost in space space space
She's jacked into the junk she's got a velvet head
She's not high on life she's off her face face face.

I say no more "Alice when she's ten foot tall"
No more "Blowin' in the wind" or "I shall be released"
No more I got this headache, honey what's the use?
I'm gonna get a gun and make my own kind of fun

I wanna spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the 60's
I want a switchblade to cut their lovebeads
An enema, (enema, eneman), not love,
That's what the world needs now!

Hippy version 2
I had a date at eight with a girl called Fleur
I had to meet her parents, what a trip trip trip
They offered me a joint, a cup of miso soup
And some tofu magic mushrooms oh how hip hip hip

Then I saw her with a poster of Jimmy Hendrix on the wall
I saw her change from a schooldress and into a sarong
I saw her saying cool, diggin' it and like wow
Then I sawed her in half, I can't tell which piece I want

I wanna spill the blood of a hippie
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the sixties
I want a switchblade to cut their lovebeads
Genocide not Genesis
That's what the world needs now.

We've had enough of farting vegetarians
Open up their mouths and feed 'em meat meat meat
Get all the buskers, dole bludgers and the junkies
Back on the crack and off the street street streets

Well I say no more "Alice when she's ten foot tall"
No more "Blowin' in the wind" or "I shall be released"
There's a hippy in my house, he drives me mad
It wouldn't be so bad if he was someone elses Dad.

I wanna spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the 60's
I want a switchblade to cut their peenies
An enema, (enema, enema), not love.
That's what the world needs now.

I fuck dogs
In the park
After dark
When the moon is a pie in the sky

The great dane is too tall
Chihuahuas are too small
But the dog that I like to quell lonely nights
Well the Duchhound is best of all
Cos he is longer, and he's thin
He loves to let me in
His eyes swell with love he fits like a glove
And that's way he's mans best friend.

I fuck dogs, he fucks dogs
We fuck dogs, they fuck dogs,
We all fuck dogs in the park
She fucks dogs, she fucks dogs,
She fucks dogs, she fucks dogs
We all fuck dogs in the park

He's got bed bugs, tciks and nits
And he scrathes then I itch.
But the kennel is cramped, and though he's a scamp
Life with a dog is a bitch

You'll never be alone
If you give the dog a bone.
I'm not weird, we don't kiss, but the problem is this,
His bark (ruff, ruff, ruff,, ruff, ruff, ruff)
Is worse than his bute.

I fuck dogs
In the park
After dark
When the moon is up high in the sky
And I'm not.....proud. (Arooooo)

Failed the test
Need to rest
I all caught up in a twisted wreck.
Failed the test
Need to rest
I all caught up in a twisted wreck.

I pumped up their hearts with love
Then mind-expanding drugs
Then made a proposition with a rubber glove
I thought I had convinced 'em
But Kylie started mincing
And Jason was expanded
when I said I'd ride 'em tandem!

Jason and Kylie
Menage a trois me!
Let's get together and let's practise making babies
Jason can play Ken, Kylie plays Barbie
When I start playing Rin Tin Tin they'll both learn how to doggie

I'll be Mrs Mangel with a revolutionary French blender
Kylie can be the Bastille and then Jason can defend her
And poor old Daphne in a car crash died
Now maggots eat her corpse from the inside
They're just as good in bed As on the TV screen
Young intellectuals, do you know what I mean?

Kylie and Jason
Let's play freemason
I'll chase you 'round the house while you wear silly aprons
I'll be the wife who doesn't understand
It's not the clothes that make the man, It's the handshake!
1, 2, 1-2-3
Jason and Kylie, hey hey!

Jason and Kylie, et tu brute
They're just like free range eggs, they're a damn good lay
We made a real fine threesome, each one of us inside us
And when you lay like that, nothing can divide us
1, 2, 1-2-3
Jason and Kylie for me!

There was a bone of contention about her gender,
Was she male or female?
Or some weird hybrid we dare not mention
Where the dominant genitals prevail.
Was the maid of holy on
An man made maid
Oh Joan of Arc, oh Joan of Arc, oh Joan of Arc
Oh Joan of Arc.
I think I love her cause she's hot
I think I want her quite a lot
And it's a pitty that she's not alive.

They put her on the boil, just like a lobster
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom,
And cooked her up in a suit of
Tin tin tin tin tin tin tin.
 
Oh Joan of Arc, oh Joan of Arc, oh Joan of Arc
Oh Joan of Arc.
Oh Joan of Arc, oh Joan of Arc, oh Joan of Arc
Oh Joan of Arc.
(Paul proceeds to orgasm during this chorus...)
Oh Joan of Arc!
Bom bom bom bom bom bom baaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrhhhhm.
 

You've got to
Kill yourself, kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
Take a trip to hell
Come on kids commit suicide
Come on kids commit suicide
Buy a ticket on a one way ride
Come on kids commit suicide.

What have you got to live for
You're no where, you're no one, you're nothing
That'll teach 'em for letting you down
Now they're sorry for messin' you round
Your ex is crying
She said you wouldn't do it
You're the best, now you've proved it, yeh.

Kill (what have you got to live for)
Yourself (you're nowhere, you're no one, you're nothing)
Kill (what have you got to live for)
Yourself (you're nowhere, you're no one, you're nothing)
Put you, put you,
Put you in the ground.

You've got to
Kill yourself, kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
Take a trip to hell
Come on kids commit suicide
Come on kids commit suicide
Buy a ticket on a one way ride
Come on kids commit suicide.

Chorus:
My sweet lord - rama rama
Got my ticket to Nirvana
It's a commune just left of county Cork!
Share a pint with me Lord Shiva,
As we read the Bhagavad Gita,
I've got Krishna riding shotgun
On the stage coach of my life.

Well I used to be a cattle prod for Jesus
And L.Ron Hubbard took me in some too.
I was a moonie, loved Charles Manson,
But they are not as handsome,
As the godhead whose skin is shining blue.

Repeat chorus.

Hari, hari, ha, hooray!
I chanted every day.
With my virtue tucked proudly in my lap.
And I pray all night to Krishna, cause he's a damn good listener,
And he never, ever, ever, answers back

Repeat chorus.

And when Irish eyes are trying to make the Pommies pay....
We'll get Krishna and his shotgun
To join the IRA, the IRA, the IRA
Hari, ha, hooray!

Deliver me from the mouth of Satan
Deliver me from that tongue of fire
Take me to your holy mountain
Wash me in the blood that flows from your side
Wash me in the blood that flows from your side.

She loves a guy who's a Maori
A New Zealand Maori
Yes, he's a Maori, Maori,
Maori, Maori, Maori

They sailed a kayak down the Murry
A kayak down the Murry
Down the Murray
Murray, Murray, Murray

They docked their boat at the marina
They docked at the marina
At the mari, mari
Mari, mari, marina

They love pasta marinara
Pasta marinara
They love their mari
Mari, mari, marinara

They skipped through a field of marigold
Though a  field of marigolds
A field of mari,
Mari, mari, marigolds

They said one they would marry
One day they would marry
Yes, they'd marry,
Marry, marry, marry, marry

Sadly they died this afternoon
Cha - cha - cha.

Here comes the German Re-unification
Catch the plane to Buenos Aires
And find the new generation
On the autobahn with Speedy Gonzales
Heyna, heyna, na, hey, heyna, heyan, na hey...
Eating nachos in the sun
South America here I come!

I want to be a Mexian Hitler
(Viva la Furher! Viva la Furher!)
With Mussolini in a white sombrero
(Viva la Furher! Viva la Furher!)
Here comes the new law and the new order
The Reichstags burning south of the border
When you're low, where can you go?  Where else?...
Mexico!

We'll find a small Peruvian Village
Just like Poland we'll burn, rape, pillage,
Drink Tequila, then siesta with Goering, Goebbels, Himmler and Kessler
Heyna, heyna, na hey, heyna, heyan, na hey..
Then I'll quench my evil desire
By setting Eva Braun and Blondie on fire

I want to be a Mexian Hitler
(Viva la Furher! Viva la Furher!)
While Franco dances a fascist rhumba
(Viva la Franco! Viva la Furher!)
Who's that driving the Volkswagon car?
It's the little old Nazi from Pasadena
Eh Pancho - eh Cisco
Where are they dude? ...
Mexico!

I met a knee slapping senorita who worked for a peso on Salon Kitty
She said, big girls love dic-tators
But the ones that do aren't pretty
I said, here comes the fourth reich baby
And if the propaganda works one day
They'll be goose-stepping in Cal-if-orn-ia

I want to be a Mexian Hitler
While Saddam Lambadas
It's a triumph of the will
Here come, here come, here come
The three boys from Brazil
Hey-ho off we go
Where to? ...Mexico Mexico
Mexico! Mexico!
Ola!

Your heart feel so right
Your eyes swim in the beer
Where the bar room lights are hung
With your friend Jo-jo
With your friend Pierre
You drink a toast to being young.

Jo-jo thinks he's Voltar
Pierre, he's Cassonova,
And me, I proudly do not care
Me! Me! I'm Natratilova!

And at midnight
We watch the sales men pass
Coming out of hotels that have real class
We show them our good manners
And we show them our arse
And oh, how we sang

The middle class
Are just like pigs
The older they get
The fatter they get
The middle class
Are just like pigs
The fatter they get
The less they regret.
Ba doom, ba doom
Ba doom, ba doom.

Your heart feel so right
Your eyes swim in the beer
Where the bar room lights are hung
With your friend Jo-jo
With your friend Pierre
Holding on to being young.

Voltar danced like a vicar
But Casonova was too stout
And me, I proudly do not care
And Paul stank til we passed out.

We watch the sales men pass
Coming out of hotels that have real class
We show them our good manners
And we show them our arse
And oh, how we sang

The middle class
Are just like pigs
The older they get
The fatter they get
The middle class
Are just like pigs
The fatter they get
The less they regret.

Ba doom, ba doom
Ba doom, ba doom.

But now your heart slows down
Your eyes do not flash
The hotel bartender sings our praise
Now! Jo-jo is no clown
Pierre pays in cash
Amoung the book keepers we spend our days

Now Jo-jo just speaks of Voltar
And Casonova is just a book on the shelf
And Me!
Me! Me! Ish! Moi! Je! Me!
I speak only of myself
(Yeah, yeah, Tim, Tim, Tim, all the time,
Me, me, me. Ego maniac.)
And everybody knows
That we've got real class
There is not a night that we can't pass
Those lousy little kids
Always showing their arse - Hmmm, not bad
Oh god how they sing

The middle class
Are just like pigs
The older they get
The fatter they get
The middle class
Are just like pigs
The fatter they get
The less they regret!

Mummy dearest, mother mine
It's me your baby boy
I know what's lacking in your life
That old maternal joy.
So lets boil up some water
No need to get a nurse
It'll be just like the virgin birth
But only in reverse.

Mummy dearest, mother mine
It's me your only son
Freud would have a field day
Trying to understand this one
Let's have a natural re-entry
Most doctors say it's easier
But I've brought a butchers knife
Just in case you want a caeser
(Blood mother blood! Epidural! Et tu brute, hey!)

It's not some old wive's tale
Or some unfortunate wisecrack
But you could use some extra weight
And I need to take a nine month nap.
And I've been good, I've been good
Now I deserve a small reward
Don't want my birthday suit
I want to wear my umbilical cords
(You know, the ones with the jumbo flare with the spot of
blood around the cuff.)

Mummy dearest, mother mine
Look what the stork brought back
I don't want no damp bunk bed
I want my foetal sack
I was a sad lonely child
I wish that you'd had twins
And if you can spare the room Ma
I'd like to bring some friends

Mummy dearest, mother mine
It's me your pookie bear
I don't want to hurt you
Or soil your underwear
Cause you're my guru, my ma
My host, my home, my mentor
We could have a three course meal
If we boil up the old placenta
(Finger lickin' good ma)

All I'm saying is I think she's a psychopath
She threw a radiator into my sister's bath and
I'm just praying, must I paint a picture
All I'm hoping is that they wont convict her.
My baby's gone to jail.

She reads books to me
By the Marquis De Sade
I'd like to repremand her
But it's always hard.
And she's a sado-masochist
An anochistic arsonist
Manic Depressive Dalinist
And she gets worse when she gets premenstrual.

All I'm saying is she needs psychiatric care
She swallowed razor blades in truth or dare and
All I'm saying is hey! Give her a break.
You all know that we've all made mistakes

So What! So What!
So What! So What!

If they use the noose
They'll crack her pretty neck
They'll singe her hair
If she goes to the chair
And although she cut
My Ovaltine with crack
I want her back!

My baby's gone to jail, she may be doing life.
She took a twelve inch shotgun and blew away my wife
I'll beg the judge to join her in a six foot cell,
Cause cruising singles bars is worse than hell.

All I'm saying is
She's got this jealous streak
Saw my woman and
Man she really freaked
Took that chainsaw of love
To say we're through
Cut off my wedding ring
And took my finger too.

My baby's gone to jail
My baby's gone
My baby's gone to jail
My baby's gone
My baby's gone to jail
My baby's gone
My baby's gone to jail
My baby's gone
So what!