India

India India
 You're my love song
 India you're my love song
 In the flowers
 You can have me in the flowers
 We will dance alone
 And live our useless lives
 India stupid on the carpet floor
 India stupid on the carpet floor
 We dance upon the carpet floor
 And reel around
 India India India India India
 I'm American ha ha ha
 India
 Caroline is really great
 She serves the muck
 Upon a tray
 And little rich boy don't you cry
 You kiss me in the anodyne
 See the ceiling raining spit
 The beach is backwards isn't it
 India don't you cry
 India see the ceiling raining tears
 You will cry a thousand tears
 All the women form a line
 Put your face upon a line
 This is for the discotheque
 This is stupid I object
 And I love you and I love you
 And please me please me please me
 Please me please me please me
 Please me please meplease me
 India India India India