We're all going down
To Napoleon's palace
Eyeballing God from the second floor
We get a little higher
We'll all come together
And wonder what the hell
We all came here for
We'll put a tap on the clabbergrinder nightly
Squeeze out all the turbulent disease
Roll up on tomorrow ever so slightly
Roll the f**er up and sell it to the Japanese
Talk about it over dinner on the boardwalk
Underneath the branches of the trouble tree
Chugglelug sweet brandy from a cornkeg
Unbuckle all our anxieties
We'll ride the donkey down into our dethronement
Slip a diaper on the president of Rome
Disqualify vivaldi in a spasm
Kick Kentucky in the a** until we're home
Sink inside a Chinese flounder like an earthworm
Burn our wallets at the stake and make a snack
Troubleshoot our babyteeth above a biscuit
Substitute our tutti frutti for a pound of babyback