All deserters will be shot
At 5 o'clock tomorrow morning
So get yourselves together
And quit messing around
No more nonsense

The assassination occurred at 3.30
No one was there to witness it
Even the breviaries had left their tapestries on the window
And we were all silenced
By the sad mildew cloud
That followed around

I wish I was back in the land of the
Of the
Uhm uhm

You can't pin that one on me
I didn't do a goddamn thing
I was just standing there
Then a bunch of guys came up
And started laying all this shit on me
Now what am I supposed to do?
I'm an American! You can't touch me

Did you know all nuns are 42?
And their eyes are blue?
Did you know all table clothes
Are white in France?
Did you know women wear underpants?
Well, they do
How does a musician imitate
The sound of underpants sliding
Over a woman's thighs
Down over her ankles
And over her little toes?
And the rings on her toes?
And her unclipped toe nails?

Lightning struck the magic purse
I didn't do a damn thing, man
I was just standing there
In front of the Delicatessen
And all these rabbies ran up
And a bunch of Indians and freaks
And monsters and f- just started
Mhm, talking in all these weird languages
What ah, what could I say?

Hey, I'm tired of being a freaky musician
I wanna be Napoleon
Let's have some more wars around here
What a stinking, shitty little war we have running over there
Let's get a big one
A real big one
With a lotta killings and bombs and blood

Schooldays
Schooldays
Good old-fashioned rule days

Schooldays
Schooldays
Good old-fashioned rule days