Bonzo Goes To Bitburg

You've got to pick up the pieces, come on, sort your trash
You better pull yourself back together, maybe you've got too much cash
Better call, call the law, when are you going to turn yourself in? Yeah
You're a politician, don't become one of Hitler's children

Bonzo goes to Bitburg then goes out for a cup of tea
As I watched it on TV somehow it really bothered me
Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy
Pick up the pieces

My brain is hanging upside down
I need something to slow me down
My brain is hanging upside down
I need something to slow me down

Shouldn't wish you happiness, wish her the very best
Fifty thousand dollar dress, shaking hands with your highness
See through you like cellophane, you watch the world complain
But you do it anyway
Who am I if I'm to say

If there's one thing that makes me sick
It's when someone tries to hide behind politics
I wish that time could go by fast
Somehow they manage to make it last