Lyrics - Pineapple Face by Lard

Red
Alert from the
Dairy
Queen
To the
Vatican from
Panama
City
Yeh...
Yeh...
Calling
Pope
John
Paul, ole buddy, ole pal
Hey - lemme crash at your place for a while
Yeh...
Yeh...
I know
I've shot your priests all full of holes
But you forgave the guy who shot you
I'm being persecuted, man
Let me in, let me in
Yeh...
Yeh...
Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear
Dignity
Battalions terrify and rule the streets
Pictures of the
Smurfs tattooed on the sides of their jeeps
When the mouse that roared
Bites the elephant that feeds
Ringmaster cracks20,000 whips
Yeh...
Yeh...
All
I did was double-cross the
CIAG.
E. and
Lockheed do that every day
Yeh... '
Aw yeh...
The
Gringoes siezed all my pottery frogs
And teddy bears dressed in cammo fatigues
The
Hitler poster by the
Christmas tree
Save me,
Tipper
They're blasting
Bon
Jovi at me
At me
Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear
Sex with boys and girls in my chopper high in the sky
When kinder gentler bombs
Explode in thousand points of light
Cara de
Pina -
Muere!
Muere!
Cara de
Pina -
Muere!
Muere!
Corrupto!
Asesino!
Asesino!
The place is surrounded
I can't get away
Even sent the
Stealth bomber
Just to prove it'll fly
For
Yankee teen anguish
Use
Pineapple
Face
As
American as where
Coca
Cola got its name
Yeh...
Oh yeh...
I promise, monsignor, you can trust me
I'll even goon tour with
David
Crosby
Yeh...
Yeh..."
Forgive me, kids, drugs ruined my life"
I'll even tell 'em condoms make you go blind
Yeh...
Yeh...
Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside
Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside
Can't show my face, can't show my face
Can't show my face, or they'll tear it away
Cara de
Pina -
Muere!
Muere!
Cara de
Pina -
Muere!
Muere!
Corrupto!
Asesino!
Asesino!
Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
Hafta wonder if this guy really exists
Who in their right mind would pose for
Time magazine
Frosted thumb in mouth, slicing his birthday cake with a machete
Cara de
Pina -
Muere!
Muere!
Cara de
Pina -
Muere!
Muere!
Ding dong the witch is dead
More warm up in
Uncle
Sam's bullpen
Cartoon boogeyman to keep people scared
I believe every word 'cos the truth is too weird
Who framed
Roger
Rabbit
Who framed
Khaddafi then blew up his kid
Nothing to do now but spill the beans
Florida here
I come
Yeh...

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