Rodriguez - Heikki's Suburbia Bus Tour

Lyrics

Did you read the Sunday paper

About the strong stomached twenty five

Who from an expedition

All came back alive

From that hostile country

Where only the stones survive

On Heikki's suburbia bus tour one.

Picture-taking tourist

The war was half a deal

The natives can't believe it

It all seems so unreal

Just to ask the question,

Now how does it feel

On Heikki's suburbia bus tour ride

Two thousand seven hundred and fifty two un-scheduled stops

Watch them kill the crabgrass

But look out for the cops

Hospitals for flowers

The matron ladies cry

Itchy trigger fingers

As our caravan walks by

Overcrowded laughter

'Cause they're all four gallons high

On Heikki's suburbia bus tour ride

Read the Sunday paper

Though you may disagree

About the maiden voyage of poets A to Zee

None confuse to answer

That happiness is free

On Heikki's suburbia bus tour ride.