Song Lyrics

You’re a precious stone
You’re out on your own
You know everyone in the world
But you feel alone
Daddy won’t let you weep
Daddy won’t let you ache
Daddy give you as much as you can take

A-ha sha-la, a-ha sha-la
Daddy’s gonna pay for your crashed car

A little uptight
You’re a baby’s fist
Butterfly kisses up and down your wrist
When you see daddy coming
You’re licking your lip
Nails bitten down to the quick

A-ha sha-la, a-ha sha-la
Daddy’s gonna pay for your crashed car
Daddy’s gonna pay for your crashed car
Daddy’s gonna pay

You’ve got a head full of traffic
You’re a siren’s song
You cry for mama
And daddy’s right along
He gives you the keys to a flamin’ car
Daddy’s with you wherever you are
Daddy’s a comfort
He’s your best friend
Daddy hold your hand… to the end

A-ha sha-la, a-ha sha-la, a-ha sha-la
Daddy’s gonna pay for your crashed car

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday’s alright…
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday’s alright…
Daddy’s gonna pay
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday’s alright…
Daddy’s gonna pay
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday’s alright…
Daddy’s gonna pay
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday’s alright…
Daddy’s gonna pay

Daddy’s gonna pay, for your… crashed… car…

Look what you’ve done to me
You’ve made me very famous, and I thank you
I know you like your pop stars to be exciting
So I bought… these

Now my time among you is almost at an end
The glory of ZooTV must ascend and take its place
With all the other satellites

Don’t fear, for I’ll be watching you
I leave behind video cameras for each of you

So many listening tonight, I… have a list:

People of America (shush)
I gave you Bill Clinton
I put him on CNN, NBC, C-SPAN
To tall to be a despot, but watch him closely

People of Asia
Your time is coming
Without your tiny transistors
None of this would be possible

People of Europe
When I came among you
You where squabbling like children
Now you’re all hooked up to one cable
As close together as… stations on a dial

People of the former Soviet Union
I’ve given you capitalism
So now you can all dream of being
As wealthy and glamorous as me

People of Sarajevo
Count your blessings
There are those all over the world
Who have food, heat, and security
But they’re not on TV like you are

Frank Sinatra
I give you MTV demographic
You’re welcome

Salman Rushdie
I give you decibels

Goodbye Squeegie
I hope they give you whales

Goodbye Micheal

Goodbye all you Neo-Nazi’s
I hope they give you Auschwitz

Around about this time, I often make a telephone call
Some, some… sometimes to the President of the United States
But not, not, not tonight
Tonight I’m, I’m going to call a taxi to take me home
‘Cause I am tired

Thank you for calling Taxi Services

Hello?

Can you tell me your name and place please

My name is Mr. MacPhisto
I’m looking for a taxi to take me from sydney from –

Oh, I’m so sorry sir, what is your name? Hello?

My name is Mr. Macphisto

What is this, a joke?

Hello, what is your name
Hello?

Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it’s gone right to my head