Song | Hop With the Jet Set |
Artist | Dead Kennedys |
Album | Bedtime for Democracy |
作词 : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
I said come on to pleasures unknown | |
Where we fly to when we are all bored | |
Come on for the ride | |
When we hop with the jet set tonight | |
We'll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay | |
Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away | |
We'll save the whales, go watch 'em feed | |
Buzz around them in boats 'til they won't breed | |
Just here for the ride | |
Then we hop with the jet set tonight | |
Check out them Injuns' ancestral art | |
Some of that would look cute up on our walls | |
Yeah, suits us fine | |
When we hop with the jet set tonight | |
We'll hire out some poachers to go steal their dolls | |
Who cares if they're sacred? They look awful cute | |
Nat. Geographic found a stone-age tribe | |
Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film | |
Won't that be a prize | |
To show to the jet set tonight? | |
"Aren't they cute, aren't they pure?" muse subscribers back home | |
Next weekend the junta exterminates them | |
Back home by the sea at our outdoor cafe | |
Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air |
zuò cí : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
I said come on to pleasures unknown | |
Where we fly to when we are all bored | |
Come on for the ride | |
When we hop with the jet set tonight | |
We' ll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay | |
Hotelhired guards keep the natives away | |
We' ll save the whales, go watch ' em feed | |
Buzz around them in boats ' til they won' t breed | |
Just here for the ride | |
Then we hop with the jet set tonight | |
Check out them Injuns' ancestral art | |
Some of that would look cute up on our walls | |
Yeah, suits us fine | |
When we hop with the jet set tonight | |
We' ll hire out some poachers to go steal their dolls | |
Who cares if they' re sacred? They look awful cute | |
Nat. Geographic found a stoneage tribe | |
Let' s feed them their first hot dogs on film | |
Won' t that be a prize | |
To show to the jet set tonight? | |
" Aren' t they cute, aren' t they pure?" muse subscribers back home | |
Next weekend the junta exterminates them | |
Back home by the sea at our outdoor cafe | |
Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air |