Songtext von Drum Machine

I am Elmer J. Fudd, millionaire I own a mansion, and a yacht And a car, and a plane, and a gun And a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine I own a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine There's a band in the studio right next to us We think that their brains are filled with pus We wish that they'd go home on a bus And take their drum machine, drum machine, drum machine They have a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine I am Mr. Eddie's father My partner is uncle Norman Eddie plays with Mrs. Livingston and his drum machine, drum machine, drum machine I bought him a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine I am an anti-christa I am an anarchista I know what I want and I'm gonna get A drum machine, drum machine, drum machine I want a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine There's a band in the studio right next to us We wish that they'd get hit by a bus And leave their drum machine to us We want their drum machine, drum machine, drum machine We need a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine We really need a drum machine We could write lots of songs that are really keen And get on MTV and be seen If we had a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine We need a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine The perfect Christmas gift to a band from it's fans Is a drum machine We don't know how to use one But we could learn If it came with instructions that would be real good We could write lots of good songs With a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine We need a drum machine