Uncle Bernie's Farm
I'm dreaming . . . (Oh no-o-o!)
There's a bomb to blow yo mommy upA bomb for your daddy too (ouch.)A baby doll that burps & peesA case of airplane glueA hungry plastic trollTo scarf yo buddy's armA box of ugly plastic things marked:Uncle Bernie's Farm!
There's a little plastic congressThere's a nation you can buy (I'll take two.)There's a doll that looks like mommyShe'll do anything but cry (I seen her.)There's a doll that looks like daddyHe's a funny little manPush a button & ask for moneyThere's a dollar in his hand (check his wallet.)
We gotta send Santa Claus back to the Rescue MissionChristmas don't make it no moreDon't you know that murder & destructionScream the toys in every store (think this'll sell in New York?)
There's a man who runs the countryThere's a man who tried to thinkAnd they're all made out of plasticWhen they melt they start to stinkThere's a book with smiling childrenNearly dead with Christmas joys!And smiling in his officeIs the creep who makes the toys . . .
[FZ:] We got this car: when it hits the wall you see the guy dying . . . got the little plastic puddles of blood . . . by the carI'M DREAMING . . .[Ray:] He has intestines . . . he has plastic intestines you canstuff back into his stomach . . .[FZ:] There's this other thing, I've got bombs. I've got rockets, I've got a . . . I've got a stilson wrench & plastic brass knuckles . . .[Ray:] And it comes with a tape recorder with sound effects . . .[FZ:] We got a '39 Chevy . . .