There's A Prefab Building And A Funny Smell

Around The Hill Outside Of Town

Every Now And Then We Wonder

But We Shrug Our Shoulders

And Get Back To Work



There's A Railroad There And Trains Go By

And There's People Locked In Cattle Cars

And Have You Noticed

The French Fries At The A&W

Taste A Little Strange?



I Drive Down To The Disco

Pompadour And Pink Lamme

I Bow And Blow The Doorman

He Parts The Chain, Says Join The Game



A Quick Line In The Girls Room

To The Bar For The Electrodes

A Coin Into The Right Slits

Tape My Temple Watch Me Go



Now I Want Your Perfect Barbie-doll Lips

And I Want Your Perfect Barbie-doll Eyes

Slip My Fingers Down Your Barbie-doll Dress

Up And Down Your Spandex Ass



If I Lit A Match For You

You'd Melt Before My Eyes

C'mere My Pretty Glow-worm

You Look So Fine To Dance With Me



The Fly-eye Lights Are Throbbin'

I'm Burning Up The Floor

Whirling Twirling

Close My Eyes

No Faces Judging Me



But I Want Your Perfect Barbie-doll Lips

And I Want Your Perfect Barbie-doll Eyes

Slip My Fingers Down Your Barbie-doll Dress

Up And Down Your Spandex Ass



A Hitler Youth In Jogging Suit

Smiling Face Banded 'round His Arm

Says, 'Line Up, You've Got Work To Do

We Need Dog Food For The Poor'



A Scream Bleats Out, We're Herded Into Lines

Customized Vans Wait Outside

I'm Getting Scared Of My New Home

To Auschwitz Condominiums We Go

Oh No



Now I Want Your Perfect Barbie-doll Lips

And I Want Your Perfect Barbie-doll Eyes

Let My Fingers Down Your Dress

One More Time