Verve Pipe Spoonful Of Sugar
I adore a confrontation, and I should be ashamed a carnival of complication, everyone's to blame we can see the rocket's red glare pipe bomb bursting in the air as we proudly hail our taxis out of the flight singing born of this nation of white bread foundation we're taping a king, beaten of his crown my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony spoonful of sugar to wash it down I have seen the hungry faces, and I have been removed evidence in welfare cases, never being proved we've written books on education summoned books on federal regulation skeleton hid deeply 'til it's bones turn to dust I know an old lady who swallowed a fly I don't know why exactly, I gues she'll die my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony spoofull of sugar to wash it down and god save the queen, oh, and pardon the king and our ballots we'll stuff, then drink 'til we drown my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony spoonful of sugar to wash it down
