Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Hop With The Jet Set
I say, come on! To pleasures unknown Where we fly to when we are all bored C`mon for the ride And hop with the jet set tonight
We`ll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away
We wanna save the whales We`ll go watch them feed, Buzz around them in boats `Til they won`t breed Just here for the ride Then we hop with the jet set tonight
Check out them Indians` ancestral art Some of that would look cute up on our walls Yeah, suit it just fine When you hop with the jet set tonight
We`ll hire out some poachers to go steel their dolls Who cares if they`re sacred-they look awful cute
National Geographic found a stone age tribe Let`s feed them their first hot dogs on film Won`t that be a prize To show the jet set tonight
"Aren`t they cute, aren`t they pure:" Muse subscribers back home Next weekend the junta exterminates them
Back home by the sea at our outdoor cafe Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air
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