Lyrics:

Twenty-five whores in the room next doorTwenty-five floors and I need moreI'm looking for the can in the candy storeTwo thousand Hamburg fourAnd colours I ain't seen beforeIt's a small world and it smells funnyI'd buy another if it wasn't for the moneyTake back what I paidFor another motherfucker in a motorcadeIn a long black carWith the prettiest shitFrom PanamaWhen the sirens wailAnd the lights flash blueMy vision thing comeSlamming throughIt's a small world and it smells badI'd buy another if I hadBackWhat I paidFor another motherfucker in a motorcadeSlamming throughSlamming throughWhat do wee 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 lightOne billion dollar Vision ThingAnother black hole in the killing zoneA little more mad in the methedromeOne blinding flash of senseJust like the president'sWell, I don't mindOut of my mindBlizzard kingBring it on homeIt's a small world and it smells badI'd buy another if I hadBackWhat I paidFor another motherfucker in a motorcadeAnd a vision thingAnd a vision thingAnd a ...Sha la la laWhat do we need to make our world come alive?What do we need to make us sing?While we're waiting for the next one to arrive?One million points of lightOne billion dollar Vision ThingSha la la la