I want to go up to DetroitI want to lie in the shadeI want to
visit the presidentAnd then I want to get laidI want to go down
to MemphisI want to talk to the kingI want to tell him
we're sorryAnd it won't happen againI've got a
photo of James JoyceIt's a photo by Man RoyIt's not
very very much like himBut it's not for me to sayShe
sacrifices her bodyAlmost every nightJust like a lamb to the
slaughterAnd she thinks it makes him feel rightYou gave me so
many problems You made me crash in my car I'll
have a martini cocktail And then we'll see
where we areSo just be nice to your brotherI'll take your
sister to bedAnd I can bloc bloc bloc till the weekend
Send "Bloc, Bloc, Bloc" Ringtone to your Cell 
