Volcano - Africa Just Wants to Have Fun lyrics

Sick of your crucificool Cootchy-coo, look at you, cootchy-coo, look at you, and you're a Heck of a champion too Hands to god, 'rena rock, hold the poor, in your heart, flash'em the Shades and the leather perfume Smell of God, martyr fool, win their hearts, king of tools, king of the Philanthropicacool 'Mericans, Africans, holding hands, buying pants I'm on top of the new new thing Gonna get the new line of bling, and I'll Shine shine shine shine like a white god natives gonna worship me I woulda done it anyhow, so I'll Buy it up buy it all right now, because Africa just wants to have some fun In the land where nothing grows, nobody even knows Nobody knows that it's a Chrissamuss, What do they do without the Chrissamuss, ooh Let's go on a safari, show these jungle cats how to party This desert is so beautiful, hey let's make a music video, yeah Me and the natives will be singin' holdin' hands we gonna stop all the violence in this land I'm gonna set this world straight, I'm s**in' dick at the G-8, but I'm not the only one lickin' choads at this safari party Clear channel men fellatiate me, censor me and proliferate me Where'd ya get that jacket, Bo-no? Where'd ya get those shades, Robo-Cop? You and your little b**by Bobby, Sellin' the new Spanish gold Everyone out on the floor It's supergroup pop for the poor Savin' our souls at the store Savin' us all from the horror Let your martryrs arms Bear the winds Of the wind machine, wind machine Gonna get a little drunka tonight, gonna get a little drunka tonight, gonna get a little Gonna get f**ed up tonight, gonna get f**ed up tonight ee-aigh-ee-aight, Me and the kids are pickin' fun at you, we're pickin' fun pickin' fun pickin' fun at you Cuz when you're actin' like Christ on the cross, you look ridiculous OOHH I admit it I don't know what to do, I don't know I don't know what to do But I know what not to do, and I know the smell of your leather perfume, it smells like d**h to me, smells like piss on a fire, smells like toxic fumes at a maquiladora Where'd ya get that shirt a**hole Whncha make Whncha make up your mind Are you bored Are you bored or inspired? Well either way You just came to shoot your load off the stage A pacifier for a nation of beige After your concert and at the G-8 You came to party yeah you came to get laid