Lyrics

Rich brat backpack clientèle Furl a stale nine inch nail injure rail White boy pick-pock paper trail Fifty's easy-read: undead Skinhead wrench-boy let you feel His 2-foot/3-pound glockenspiel So you're a dog, you'll try a phrase Smear my braces in mayonnaise Go, you Eurodog, go! Go, you Eurodog, go! Go! Go, you Eurodog, go! Go, you Eurodog! Go! Go! Go! Prozac *coughcough* Prozac bliss Is there a cure for being Swiss? I can't help that I wanna fumble Sarah Cracknell up her Chunnel tunnel Stonewashed denim, ponytail Polish guys, they dress to fail Trash-white riots, 18 karats Full-on becomes autopilot Go, you Eurodog, go! Go, you Eurodog, go! Go! Go, you Eurodog, go! Go, you Eurodog! Go! Go! Go, you Eurodog, go! Go, you Eurodog, go! Go! Go, you Eurodog, go! Go, you Eurodog! Go! Go! Go!