G.B.H. - Iroquois Lyrics

Well, we're all packed up and we're Iroquois bound
Tuning our ears for the FM sound
We got a million problems, we're on our way
44th, New York, USA

That big crazy city don't blink an eye
Anytime we pass by
It just keeps stretching up so high
Like a rocket, shooting, to the sky
Iroquois, Iroquois

Special Branch got their feelers out
Our names and addresses 'cause we're in doubt
Down the corridor, keep in lane
Find the worst seats on the plane

Find a tacky statue three inches high
Dirty rain falls from a dirty sky
On the corner of the street there's a big black fella
Trying to sell me an umbrella

Get the Kraut boys round for a smoke an' a beer
There's gotta be a pizza delivery near
Call the barf patrol, there's a stain on the floor
A weeks PD's for the bathroom floor