I want to go up to Detroit
  l 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 wére sorry
  And it won't happen again
  
  Íve got a photo of James Joyce
  It's a photo by ManRay
  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 give me so many problems
  You made me crash in my car
  Íll have a martini cocktail
  And then wéll see where we are
  
  So just be nice to your brother
  Íll take your sister to bed
  I can bloc bloc bloc till the weekend
  But yoúd better come back soon