I want to go up to detroit   I want to lie in the shade   I want to visit the president   And then I want to get laid      I want to go down to memphis   I want to talk to the king   I want to tell him we're sorry   And it won't happen again      I've got a photo of james joyce   It's a photo by man roy   It's not very very much like him   But it's not for me to say      She sacrifices her body   Almost every night   Just like a lamb to the slaughter   And she thinks it makes him feel right         You 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 are      So just be nice to your brother   I'll take your sister to bed   And I can bloc bloc bloc till the weekend   But you'd better come back soon