The Na-Na Song

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Video countdown, cyber phallic optics Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic Rock-a-buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me Thirty-seven million's what Larry Parker got me World War XIV, my first Sony Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni Billy Jean Burger King, chauvinist pig pen U.S. Army only wants a few straight men [Chorus] Na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na [Verse 2] Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope What the world needs now is babies, guns and hope Guardian angel dust, in the wind cries Mary Wanna be Madonna, but the price is too high, very Perfect rhythm Nazis in the Pagan rhythm nation Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation Got a four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway When I get drunk, I drive it on the parkway Gotta get a TV set for my car Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars [Hook] Na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na [Verse 3] Saniflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick 'Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick Steely Dan rather be a hammer than a nail The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail Eat, sleep, live, die, fucking record label G. Gordon Liddy under my table, table, table Clarence Thomas, organ grinder, Frank DiLeo's dong Maybe if I'd let him, I'd have had a hit song [Hook] Na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na Na-na, na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na