Lyrics:

Twenty-five whores in the room next door
Twenty-five floors and I need more
I'm looking for the can in the candy store
2000 Hamburg 4
And colors I ain't seen before

It's a small world and it smells funny
I'd buy another if it wasn't for the money
Take back what I paid
For another motherfucker in a motorcade

In a long, black car,
With the prettiest shit
From Panama
When the sirens wail
And the lights flash blue
My Vision Thing come slamming through

It's a small world and it smells bad
I'd buy another if I had
Back what I paid
For another motherfucker in a motorcade

What do we need to make our world come alive?
What does it take to make us sing?
While we're waiting for the next one to arrive?
One million points of light
One-billion-dollar Vision Thing

Another black hole in the killing zone
A little more mad in the methedrome
One blinding flash of sense
Just like the President's
Well, I don't mind
Out of my mind
Blizzard king, bring it on home

It's a small world and it smells bad
I'd buy another if I had
Back what I paid
For another motherfucker in a motorcade

What do we need to make our world come alive?
What does it take to make us sing?
While we're waiting for the next one to arrive?
One million points of light
One-billion-dollar Vision Thing

Sha-la-la-la