Bob Schneider - Napoleon's Palace lyrics

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