From: boingo@agora.rdrop.com (Jeme A Brelin)
Here Goes...
California Uber Alles (Jello Biafra/John Greenaway)
Dead Kennedys
I am governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles and never frowns
Soon I will be president.
Carter power will soon go away
I will be fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!
California Uber Alles
California UBER alles
Uber Alles California
Uber alles California...
Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
and always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
the hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
MELLOW OUT OR YOU WILL PAY...
CHORUS
Now is 1984.
Knock Knock at your frontdoor.
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool neice.
Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, It's only a shower.
For your clothes here's a pretty flower.
Die on organic poison gas.
Serpent's egg's already hatched
you will crack you little clown.
When you mess with President Brown.
When you mess with President Brown...
*Chorus repeates about sixteen bazillion times... or less*
And, OK, I'll type up all of Holiday in Cambodia for you as well.
Holiday in Cambodia (Words by Jello Biafra/Music by Biafra, East Bay
Ray, Klaus Flouride, Bruce Slesinger)
Dead Kennedys
So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you've seen it all.
In daddy's car thinking you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl.
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo.
Braggin' that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul.
It's time to taste what you most fear.
Right Guard will not help you here.
Brace yourself, my dear.
Brace yourself cause here...
It's a Holiday in Cambodia.
It's tough kid, but it's life.
It's a Holiday in Cambodia.
Don't forget to pack a wife.
You're a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech.
You want everyone to act like you.
Kiss a** while you b**** so you can get rich,
But your boss gets richer off you.
Well, You'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day.
SLave for soldiers 'til you starve
then your head is skewered on a stake.
Now you can go where people are one.
Now you can go where they get things done.
What you need, My son.
What you need, My son...
Is a Holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black.
A Holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss a** or crack.
(chant)Pol Pot/Pol Pot/Pol Pot/Pol Pot/etc.
And it's a Holiday in cambodia
Where you'll do what your'e told.
It's a Holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
POL POT!
Everyone should listen to the Dead Kennedys... It's not just for punkers
anymore.
J.
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Jeme A Brelin boingo@agora.rdrop.com brelin@sosc1.sosc.osshe.edu
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