Album : Shangri-La
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Don't often open up this floor
Since I handed in, my gun
What all these keys are for
Now my tour of duty's done
You got to know the switches
Now you got your turn
Watch and learn, junior
Watch and learn

Now you will get your trouble spots
Here's one from down voodoo way
Bragged he had me by the you know what's
Very funny, you don't say
The big Enchilada, stealin' elections
Had to go down there, trash collection
Got his cojones on my desk in there
Made into a souvenir
Set of cufflinks, nice pair
The rest of him's, someplace up here
Sometimes you got to put a shoulder to the door

Not so fast, junior
Listen to your pa
Here, son
I'm handin' over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do

What we have here's a dung hole place
Thought it was fly shit on the map
Fat bastard, ugly face, ooh and the personal crap
You can't move the barriers, you can't mess with oil and gas
Had to go down there, stick a couple aircraft carriers in his ass
Fancy dress, medals chest, it's all in here, for all the gigs
Gas mask bulletproof vest, all the usual rigs
There'll be things they missed, they didn't mention
You've even got a whistle in there for attracting attention

Well, I think you're gonna be okay, son
If I had the tour, I guess
These two buttons by the way
This one I hope you never press
Some holy fool, just watch, not like you or me
That one's the whole shootin' match
Right there, it's the whole shitaree
We don't forget who put us here, Jack
That's page one we talk soft
Carry a big stick, pack the biggest gun
We don't like accidents major or minor
You don't want yourself an incident
Don't ever invade China

Here, son
I'm handin' over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Ohh, here son
I'm handin' over to you
Don't crash the ambulance
Whatever you do
Don't often open up this floor   Since I handed in, my gun   What all these keys are for   Now my tour of duty's done   You got to know the switches   Now you got your turn   Watch and learn, junior   Watch and learn      Now you will get your trouble spots   Here's one from down voodoo way   Bragged he had me by the you know what's   Very funny, you don't say   The big Enchilada, stealin' elections   Had to go down there, trash collection   Got his cojones on my desk in there   Made into a souvenir   Set of cufflinks, nice pair   The rest of him's, someplace up here   Sometimes you got to put a shoulder to the door      Not so fast, junior   Listen to your pa   Here, son   I'm handin' over to you   Don't crash the ambulance   Whatever you do      What we have here's a dung hole place   Thought it was fly shit on the map   Fat bastard, ugly face, ooh and the personal crap   You can't move the barriers, you can't mess with oil and gas   Had to go down there, stick a couple aircraft carriers in his ass   Fancy dress, medals chest, it's all in here, for all the gigs   Gas mask bulletproof vest, all the usual rigs   There'll be things they missed, they didn't mention   You've even got a whistle in there for attracting attention      Well, I think you're gonna be okay, son   If I had the tour, I guess   These two buttons by the way   This one I hope you never press   Some holy fool, just watch, not like you or me   That one's the whole shootin' match   Right there, it's the whole shitaree   We don't forget who put us here, Jack   That's page one we talk soft   Carry a big stick, pack the biggest gun   We don't like accidents major or minor   You don't want yourself an incident   Don't ever invade China      Here, son   I'm handin' over to you   Don't crash the ambulance   Ohh, here son   I'm handin' over to you   Don't crash the ambulance   Whatever you do