[Verse 1]
We're playing the hits in tuxedos
We're butchering Elton and Styx
On a cruise ship in Torremolinos
A whole boatload of housewives and hicks
And tonight I can't sleep for the drummer
He's up talking real loud about God
I guess cocaine and Cuervo and Jesus
Go together like peas in a pod
Not long since the passing of Franco
The generals are singin' the blues
El generalísimo ya está muerto
While I'm on the stairs takin' the news
And Juan Carlos'll hold free elections
Democracy's coming Spain
Perhaps it may prove to our liking
Should the trouble not outweigh the game
For there's not much use for innocence
In a world gone crazy and blind
Those who place any faith in intelligence
Must surely be out of their minds, out of their minds
[Verse 2]
In the beach bars in Torremolinos
They got room for The Quick and the Dead
They got Irish and Germans and disco
Bloody Marys as big as your head
"These Americans can't drink for nothin'"
An Irishman says to a girl
"But surely they'll not elect Reagan
He and Brezhnev'll blow up the world
"And Thatcher's just Little Miss Reagan
She wants to build missiles and bombs
And we don't give tuppence for Thatcher
We've been onto that skirt all along"
And there's no excuse for innocence
In a world gone crazy and blind
If you place any faith in intelligence
You must surely be out of your mind, out of your mind
Out of your mind
We're playing the hits in tuxedos
We're butchering Elton and Styx
On a cruise ship in Torremolinos
A whole boatload of housewives and hicks
And tonight I can't sleep for the drummer
He's up talking real loud about God
I guess cocaine and Cuervo and Jesus
Go together like peas in a pod
Not long since the passing of Franco
The generals are singin' the blues
El generalísimo ya está muerto
While I'm on the stairs takin' the news
And Juan Carlos'll hold free elections
Democracy's coming Spain
Perhaps it may prove to our liking
Should the trouble not outweigh the game
For there's not much use for innocence
In a world gone crazy and blind
Those who place any faith in intelligence
Must surely be out of their minds, out of their minds
[Verse 2]
In the beach bars in Torremolinos
They got room for The Quick and the Dead
They got Irish and Germans and disco
Bloody Marys as big as your head
"These Americans can't drink for nothin'"
An Irishman says to a girl
"But surely they'll not elect Reagan
He and Brezhnev'll blow up the world
"And Thatcher's just Little Miss Reagan
She wants to build missiles and bombs
And we don't give tuppence for Thatcher
We've been onto that skirt all along"
And there's no excuse for innocence
In a world gone crazy and blind
If you place any faith in intelligence
You must surely be out of your mind, out of your mind
Out of your mind
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