there's a prefab building and a funny smell
around the hills outside of town
every now and then we wonder
but we shrug our shoulders
and get back to work
there's a railroad there and trains go by
and there's people locked in cattle cars
and have you noticed
the french fries at the A & W
taste a little strange?
I drive down to the disco
pompadour and pink lammé
I bow and blow the doorman
he parts the chain, says join the game
A quick line in the girls room
to the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slit
tape my temple watch me go
blacks are banned, except on the records
O' life's a cabaret
like Berlin, 1930
all I crave is my escape
and I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
and I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
up and down your spandex ass
if I lit a match to you
you'd melt before my eyes
come here my pretty glow-worm
you look so fine to dance with me
the fly-eye lights are throbbin'
I'm burning up the floor
whirling twirling
close my eyes
no faces judging me
and I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
and I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
up and down your spandex ass
A Hitler youth in jogging suit
smiling face banded 'round his arm
says, 'line up, you've got work to do
we need dog food for the poor'
A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines
customized vans wait outside
I'm getting scared of my new home
to Auschwitz condominiums we go
oh no
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comand I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
and I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
slip my fingers down your dress
One more time?