Old Regime

I heard them whispering
I saw their eyes, their jests
Their secret smiles
Dance a wild new tango
Overrun the great placenta
And who received the first bang-bang?
It was the whole goddamned gang
What can the price for freedom be?
The old regime is falling
The ball and chain is gone, you see
The winning team is calling
For volunteers, don’t hesitate
The old regime is falling
Who got the bottles?
Who got the ladies' fashions
And the tray?
Did you get the radio?
Did you get the princess' collar?
Well don’t you know I got the cheap
So what you got you’d better keep
But that brunette, she comes with me
The old regime is falling
The ball and chain is gone, you see
The winning team is calling
For volunteers, don’t hesitate
The old regime is falling
Gotta get a move on
What’s in your hand?
It’s just my things left in the sand
Now I’ll drive with four wheel drive
Air in the breadbox
Cheese in the mouths of babes
Is fine with me
Yes I’m on your side
Deal me in and do your preaching
But won’t you carve the turkey now?
I know I’ve earned my share somehow
By morning who knows where I’ll be?
The old regime is falling
The ball and chain is gone, you see
The winning team is calling
For volunteers, don’t hesitate
The old regime is falling