In nights of old
They lined the roads
Off with their heads
And always lead
Opinion polls

Going in and out of
Another state of
Try not to be obvious
With a ringside seat

In uniforms
Of green and gold
Like crocodiles
They march in files
Of unison

Going in and out of
Another state of
Try not to be obvious
With a ringside seat
Going in and out of
Another state of
Try not to be obvious
You get the first one free

I like it too much
I like it too much
I like it too much
I like it too much

You are descended from animals
And you are [bad word] of chemicals
The one thing you can't have you like too much
You look but you cannot touch
I like it all too much

Like dominoes
One only goes
They all will fall
Sail the ship
Rock the boat