Death of European

He's got a checked suit
Flash-light at Checkpoint Charlie
Among the searchlights
A balloon idea floats from his brain
The bubble bursts on his face

DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN

He's in the back seat Multiplication sex drive
The receiver He's in credit, he's alive
He is happy. He's alive.

DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN

He is the dead-beat walkman
Of Rock and Roll on the frontier
Listen out for something
American Forces Radio
He's on the late, late Alimony show

DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN

And now here's twelve year old Tracy With her poem about George Washington:
George Washington was the first
Great American President
And we honour him
And respect him
And we follow in the true American way

DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN

He rides the lightening

is snoring drowns the thunder
Finds his dreams frightening
But he's in credit he's alive
Wake up tomorrow he'll be fine.

DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN

Who am I working for?
I don't know which one to think.
Who am I working for these days?