Old on your dock we're fishin' on now, give us a grade A for effort and B for C for devotion when the world starts on your plans (Papapapapa) is the savoir? Where is the savoir? (Papapapapa) (Papapapapa) He's not here now (Pa pa pa pa) (Papapapapa) (Papapapapa) Where is the savoir? is the savoir faire? (Papapapapa) (Papapapapa)
row the fumes they lay low On lanes that are wide the limousines glide On the wrought iron gates and the China plates And forget your manners where the anthems play
In a netherworld of foreign In a netherworld of foreign In a netherworld of feeds I'm take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm take a crown
Maids, are frisked and asses are kissed I a visa, I bought off a geezer Political favors make you a savior In an open corner where the news is
In a of foreign feeds In a of foreign feeds In a netherworld of feeds I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna the crown I'm gonna a crown, I'm gonna take a crown
I need to get born, I need to get I'm of the forms, I'm sick of being misread By men in and their lefist weeklies wrath their shinin' new path
The converted of moorish design If you want to the weekend, well, we wouldn't mind The plots are hatchin', the surface is scratchin' In an open corner where the news is
In a of foreign beads In a netherland of foreign In a of foreign beads I'm gonna take you down, I'm take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the I'm gonna the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna the crown, I'm gonna take the crown Yee eaa