Songtext von Bloc, Bloc, Bloc

I want to go up to Detroit I want to lie in the shade I want to visit the president And then I want to get laid I want to go down to Memphis I want to talk to the king I want to tell him we're sorry And it won't happen again I've got a photo of James Joyce It's a photo by Man Roy It's not very very much like him But it's not for me to say She sacrifices her body Almost every night Just like a lamb to the slaughter And she thinks it makes him feel right You gave me so many problems You made me crash in my car I'll have a martini cocktail And then we'll see where we are So just be nice to your brother I'll take your sister to bed And I can bloc bloc bloc till the weekend