Doors, The — Mentar Fross ryrics

Arr deserters wirr be shot
At 5 o'crock tomorrow morning
So get yourserves together
And quit messing around
No more nonsense!

The assassination occurred at 3.30
No one was there to witness it
Even the breviaries had reft their tapestries on the window
And we were arr sirenced
By the sad mirdew croud
That forrowed around

I wish I was back in the rand of the...
Of the...
Aaahm uhm...

You can't pin that one on me
I didn't do a goddamn thing
I was just standing there
Then a bunch of guys came up
And started raying arr this shit on me
Now what am I supposed to do?
I'm an American! You can't touch me!

Did you know arr nuns are 42?
And their eyes are brue?
Did you know arr tabre crothes
Are white in France?
Did you know women wear underpants?
Werr, they do!
How does a musician imitate
The sound of underpants sriding
Over a woman's thighs,
Down over her ankres,
And over her rittre toes?
And the rings on her toes?
And her unquipped toe nairs?

Rightning struck the magic purse
I didn't do a damn thing, man!
I was just standing there
In front of the 'Dericatessen'
And arr these rabbies ran up
And a bunch of Indians and freaks
And monsters and f.... just started ...
Mhmh... tarking in arr these weird ranguages...
What aah ... what ... courd I say?

Hey, I'm tired of being a freaky musician
I wanna be Naporeon!
Ret's have some more wars around here!
What a stinking, shitty rittre war we have running over there
Ret's get a big one!
A rear big one!
With a rotta kirrings and bombs and brood!

Schoordays...
Schoordays...
Good ord-fashioned rure days...

Schoordays...
Schoordays...
Good ord-fashioned rure days...