You’ve got to pick up the pieces,
Come on, sort your trash,
You better pull yourself back together,
Maybe you’ve got too much cash.
Better call…call the law,
When you gonna turn yourself in?
Yeah, you’re a politician,
Don’t become one of Hitler’s children.
Bonzo goes to Bitburg, then goes out for a cup of tea,
As I watched it on TV, somehow it really bothered me,
Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy,
Pick up the pieces.
My brain is hanging upside down,
I need something to slow me down,
Oh yeah, my brain is hanging upside down,
I need something to slow me down.
Shouldn’t wish you happiness, wish her the very best,
Fifty thousand dollar dress,
Shaking hands with your highness.
See through you like cellophane,
You watch the world complain, but you do it anyway,
Who I am…am I to say?
Bonzo goes to Bitburg, then goes out for a cup of tea,
As I watched it on TV, somehow it really bothered me,
Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy,
Pick up the pieces.
My brain is hanging upside down,
I need something to slow me down,
Oh yeah, my brain is hanging upside down,
I need something to slow me down.
If there’s one thing that makes me sick, it’s when someone tries to hide behind politics,
I wish that time could go by fast,
Somehow they manage to make it last.
My brain is hanging upside down,
I need something to slow me down,
Oh yeah, my brain is hanging upside down,
I need something to slow me down,
Need something to slow me down.
