They'll blow us back to the 70's
All those Don Quixote's on their B-17s
And I swear this time, yeah this time
I think I'm gonna sack the whole board of trustees
Sovay, sovay, sovay
Then you realize
Then a word washed ashore
A word washed ashore
And this time they're playin' Ride of the Valkyries
With no semblance of grace or ease
The kind where no one dies
I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack
No one looks too surprised
And they're playing ride, ride of the Valkyries
And they're acting on vagaries with their violent proclivities
Of a heavy handed metaphor
Because you've been here before
All along the day
And a feeling like you've been here before
Sovay, sovay, sovay
That you're riding on a para success
And you've been here before
Then a word washed ashore