Napoleon's Palace کے بول

We're all going down To Napoleon's palace Eyeballing God from the second floor We get a little higher We'll all come together And wonder what the hell We all came here for We'll put a tap on the clabbergrinder nightly Squeeze out all the turbulent disease Roll up on tomorrow ever so slightly Roll the fucker up and sell it to the Japanese Talk about it over dinner on the boardwalk Underneath the branches of the trouble tree Chugglelug sweet brandy from a cornkeg Unbuckle all our anxieties We'll ride the donkey down into our dethronement Slip a diaper on the president of Rome Disqualify vivaldi in a spasm Kick Kentucky in the ass until we're home Sink inside a Chinese flounder like an earthworm Burn our wallets at the stake and make a snack Troubleshoot our babyteeth above a biscuit Substitute our tutti frutti for a pound of babyback