The Disco Biscuits - Mr. Don lyrics

Praise the lord in Moscow, Budapest and Sausalito Where lying in the sunshine might be the very best that we know Gab of what's in mind - the trading post of your libido, 'Cause Mr. Don's been ridiculin' cyclops Apathito It seems that every day, the kitchen has gone awry Apathito's the first to point out that the place is such a sty. No matter to faith on the locks of their mind, And if you don't got no action well you might not even try. Mr. Don's all worried 'bout that cyclops Abelito Himalayas in their minds, Quaker Oats in their libidos That genius, k**ing time yellin' at your alter ego Excuses spinning lies; all, to live that sunshine we know