D-Law

Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants
He can’t sing and you can see he can’t dance
And soulfinger’s spinning; throwing his hair
He’s got nothing to say; he’s just happy to be there
Look at his friend and look at his face
He’s got a 1 track mind’n’a 2 stringed bass
On garbage drums with a license to swing
Pete sets the pace to anything
But I don’t care, no
'Cause by the order of the police’n’sweet olde walt
Yeah, we do as we please
It’s the Disneyland law
Disneyland law
And we don’t need no more no
We got the Disneyland law
Disneyland law
Yeah, it’s so far out
It makes anarchy a bore
What the critics defined as presence of mind
Was nothing but a wish 2 be 4 of a kind
And though we don’t share the same label
Each of us is a can of tomato
From lower ego to upper I.d.
We’re climbing up on the social tree
From cellar to TV — Arena to bowl
To penthouse-view from misery
But I don’t care, no
'Cause by the order of the police’n’sweet olde walt
Yeah, we do as we please
It’s the Disneyland law
Disneyland law
And we don’t need no more no
We got the Disneyland law
Disneyland law
Yeah, it’s so far out
It makes anarchy a bore
Disneyland law
Yeah, we’re doing our duty
Disneyland law
Following a track
Disneyland law
With our pistol foreskin back
Anyplace you haven’t been?
This ain’t open territory
We’re building a road-block
On your guard, boys
Oh my god, there’s a maniac in here
Yeah, by order of the police
We do as we please
Wanna hear something funny?
We print our own money
Disneyland law
Disneyland law
And we don’t need more
We got the Disneyland law
Disneyland law
It’s so far out it makes anarchy a bore
Disneyland law
It’s the beauty of the duty
Disneyland law
When following a track
Disneyland law
Disneyland law
Without pistols foreskin back