Well we`re all packed up and we`re Iroquois bound, tuning our ears for the F.M. sound. We got a million problems, we`re on our way, 44th, New York, U.S.A.
That big crazy city don`t blink an eye, anytime we pass by. It just keeps strechting up so high, like a rocket, shooting, to the sky. Iroquois ! Iroquois !
Special Branch got their feelers out, our names and addresses `cos we`re in doubt. Down the corridor, keep in lane, find the worst seats on the plane.
Find a tacky statue three inches high, dirty rain falls from a dirty sky. On the corner of the street there`s a big black fella` .. trying to sell me an umberalla.
Get the Kraut boys round for a smoke an` a beer, there`s gotta be a pizza delivery near. Call the barf patrol, there`s a stain on the floor, a weeks P.D`s for the bathroom floor.
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