Ooby-Scooby Doomsday or The D-day DJ's Got the D.D.T. Blues

Revolution
Bad vibrations
Manifestation
Ooby-Scooby Doomsday
I'm waiting for you

Well Mr. Politician while you're smiling
Your actions up behind you they are filing
To lock you in political asylum

Oh my papa's got money
Oh my papa's got slaves
Oh my papa's got power
He has fun with bombs and guns oh how

You talk about the left wing
You talk about the right wing
Being nothing's getting pretty frightening

My little boy's got money
My little boy's got drugs
My little boy's got crazy
Sticks and stones don't break his dreams no never

Revolution
Bad vibrations
Manifestation
Ooby-Scooby Doomsday
I'm waiting for you

We go to demonstrations
We picket rocket stations
And then we try to bomb the installation

Oh my mama don't worry
Oh my mama I'm sorry
Oh my mama loves her sherry
She wears gloves when she makes love
Oh kick it

It's getting very strange
Maybe we're just deranged
I tell you something's gonna change

You change your god for another
Change your telly for a colour
You change your book for your mother
Nothing is for
Nothing is forgotten

I don't want no ugly revolution
Just wanna get high
You know just wanna get high
I don't want no ugly revolution
Just wanna get by
You know just wanna get by

Nice cup of tea in the morning
A nice cup of tea with me tea
I don't want no sugar in me boob tube here
I've got more sugar in my DDT
My DDT
I said my DDT

Fee fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Ho fo foo fum
I smell a stereo Englishman
Knees up Mother Brown
Now you're here and now you're gone

Love me touch me feel me too
I love miracles I do
Let us go to church and be good-looking
(Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you)
(Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you)
(Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you)

A-choo