You made me crash in my car
I want to go down to Memphis
And then we'll see where we are
I'll take your sister to bed
I'll have a martini cocktail
It's a photo by Man Ray
But it's not for me to say
And it won't happen again
I want to talk to the King
And then I want to get laid
It's not very, very much like him
Just like a lamb to the slaughter
You give me so many problems
She sacrifices her body
Almost every night
I want to visit the President
I want to tell him we're sorry
And she thinks it makes him feel right
I can bloc bloc bloc till the weekend
So just be nice to your brother
But you'd better come back soon
I've got a photo of James Joyce