Dance of the Headless Bourgeoisie Nomeansno

Listen man, never mind who this is
We've got your wife
Yeah, your better half, your partner in life
You'll find her Volvo abandoned at the mall
Her credit cards are in the trunk
We don't want that junk!
We want the money, and we want it in cash
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite
Stuck together with duct tape
They're wrapped around her new perm
Strapped around her little face
So don't do anything funny, man
Don't do anything smart, or we'll
Blow up her head
We'll blow up her head!
We'll blow up her head!
We'll blow her fuckin head off!

Listen man, we've got your son
Yeah, your one and only heir
The scion of your loins the, chosen one
We picked him up off the playing field
You'll get his short pants by priority mail
We need some cash to finance our political aims
Put it in your work-out bag and leave it at the gym
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite
Stuck together with duct tape
They're wrapped around his little skull
Just to stop the constant sniveling
And it we don't hear from you by tomorrow, we'II
Blow up his head
We'll blow up his head!
We'll blow up his head!
We'll blow his fuckin head off!