Lyrics

Did you read the Sunday paper about the strong stomached 25 Who from an expedition All came back alive From that hostile country Where only the stones survive On Heikki's suburbia bus tour one. Picture-taking tourist The war was half a deal The natives can't believe it It all seems so unreal Just to ask the question, Now how does it feel On Heikki's suburbia bus tour ride 2, 752 un-scheduled stops Watch them kill the crabgrass But look out for the cops Hospitals for flowers The matron ladies cry Itchy trigger fingers as our caravan walks by Overcrowded laughter 'cause they're all four gallons high On Heikki's suburbia bus tour ride Read the Sunday paper though you may disagree About the maiden voyage of poets A to Zee None confuse to answer That happiness is free On Heikki's suburbia bus tour ride.
Writer(s): Sixto Diaz Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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