Lyrics:

*left channel* Make sure! Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for bo diddleys headlights I feel alright Gotta fender stratosphere I can do anything tonight Its in neon lights an global rights Frank? hes on the phone There aint no german girl outside But who cares when its warm inside? With music Special mystery of music tragically Exchanging slaves for majesties Modern waves of tragedy Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots A shiny grey mexican suit The blue eyed traffic can sashay by cos tonight the sailor boys have hit shanghai The kick-out traffic goes creaking by I smash my glass and shout shanghi My drummer friend comes shooting by He said errol flynn will never die Oh no! who am I to question why? And are you lonesome tonight And do ya need a country cowboy Whos just thin and tight in those Brrrr bus depot jeans With a squirt resistant stud stud Hey stoner Get over there in the spliffbunker one Becos london bridge was sold somehow But it was too old anyhow When uncle sam has broken down Well make him down in old japan Say yeee Well there aint no better blend Than joe ely and his texas men Where the wind blows I aint seen none like that scenery You can see from a bus if you pay the price Wave my arms around Flag one of those taxis maybe I saw a girl somewhere somehow Forever sticks in my mind somehow Ive just got three lines And a pair of twos Like a lucky roll of dice that you You cast *right channel* If music could talk! Which means Whatever your mind can bring Likethe apple fell off the tree Pah! fell right on his head Yeah many years ago-acap