The Crimea - White Russian Galaxy lyrics

Straight out of high school And into the jungle Searching for Tarzan who might be Dad You kick like a mule Short of an Oscar And screaming blue murder at newly weds Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head Who knows You talk like a fish In nonsensical bubbles Then blow the word b**h through your smoke ring You cause only trouble You bring only suffering Just get in the spaceship and stop bleeding Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head Who knows Why do you never sing in church on Sundays Why won You Hanging from the rafters like a church bell You're light years away from reality Lonely, and lost in a white Russian galaxy Who knows What goes on in her pretty little head Who knows what goes on