D-Law - D-A-D

Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants

He can’t sing and you can see he can’t dance

And soulfinger’s spinning;

throwing his hair

He’s got nothing to say;

he’s just happy to be there

Look at his friend and look at his face

He’s got a 1 track mind’n’a 2 stringed bass

On garbage drums with a license to swing

Pete sets the pace to anything

But I don’t care, no

'Cause by the order of the police’n’sweet olde walt

Yeah, we do as we please

It’s the Disneyland law

Disneyland law

And we don’t need no more no

We got the Disneyland law

Disneyland law

Yeah, it’s so far out

It makes anarchy a bore

What the critics defined as presence of mind

Was nothing but a wish 2 be 4 of a kind

And though we don’t share the same label

Each of us is a can of tomato

From lower ego to upper I.d.

We’re climbing up on the social tree

From cellar to TV — Arena to bowl

To penthouse-view from misery

But I don’t care, no

'Cause by the order of the police’n’sweet olde walt

Yeah, we do as we please

It’s the Disneyland law

Disneyland law

And we don’t need no more no

We got the Disneyland law

Disneyland law

Yeah, it’s so far out

It makes anarchy a bore

Disneyland law

Yeah, we’re doing our duty

Disneyland law

Following a track

Disneyland law

With our pistol foreskin back

Anyplace you haven’t been?

This ain’t open territory

We’re building a road-block

On your guard, boys

Oh my god, there’s a maniac in here

Yeah, by order of the police

We do as we please

Wanna hear something funny?

We print our own money

Disneyland law

Disneyland law

And we don’t need more

We got the Disneyland law

Disneyland law

It’s so far out it makes anarchy a bore

Disneyland law

It’s the beauty of the duty

Disneyland law

When following a track

Disneyland law

Disneyland law

Without pistols foreskin back