Oh the nuts are so delightful, I hear the people sing
Now that we’re talking breakfast in Nanjing
Everyone is everywhere and nothing isn’t here
We drink our dogs and damn well walk our beer
If you love the revolution clap your hands
The clapping I hear like water on sand
But where were you when this was shit?
A hit, a miss, hitting up the miss?
Puttin’ on the ritz with cheese on toast
Not local, but eaten from coast to coast
I want some nice steamed rice and fish
But alas, I never get my wish
A spanner in the Turks hits once again
The sun beats down in the pouring rain
Why all the hate in the name of love?
I slip on my boxing gloves.