[Verse 1]
Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants
He can't sing and you can see he can't dance
And soulfinger's spinning; thowing his hair
He's got nothing to say; He's just happy to be there
[Verse 2]
Look at his friend and look at his face
He's got a one track mind and a two stringed bass
On garbage drums with a license to swing
Pete sets the pace to anything
[Pre-Chorus]
But i don't care (NO!)
Cause' by order of the police
And sweet old Walt
Yeah we do as we please
[Chorus]
It's the Disneyland law (Disneyland law)
And we don't need more no
We got the Disnеyland law (Disneyland law)
Yeah. it's so far out it makes anarchy a borе
[Verse 3]
What the critics defined as a presence of mind
Is nothing but the wish to be four of a kind
And though we do not share the same label
Each of us is a can of tomato
Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants
He can't sing and you can see he can't dance
And soulfinger's spinning; thowing his hair
He's got nothing to say; He's just happy to be there
[Verse 2]
Look at his friend and look at his face
He's got a one track mind and a two stringed bass
On garbage drums with a license to swing
Pete sets the pace to anything
[Pre-Chorus]
But i don't care (NO!)
Cause' by order of the police
And sweet old Walt
Yeah we do as we please
[Chorus]
It's the Disneyland law (Disneyland law)
And we don't need more no
We got the Disnеyland law (Disneyland law)
Yeah. it's so far out it makes anarchy a borе
[Verse 3]
What the critics defined as a presence of mind
Is nothing but the wish to be four of a kind
And though we do not share the same label
Each of us is a can of tomato
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