Rocket To Russia lyrics

Hey hey hey
Why is it always this way

Last time I saw her alive
She was wavin', wavin' bye bye
She was contemplating suicide
Now she's lying
In a bottle of formaldehyde
And oh, I just don't know
Why I can't let her go
Oh I just don't know

Hey hey hey
Why is it always this way

Last time I saw her alive
She was going to the wash and dry
She was outside hitchin' a ride
Now she's lying

Well everybody's heard about the bird

Bird bird bird
Bird is the word

Don't you know about the bird
Well everybody knows that the bird is a word

Bird bird bird bird is a word

Hey Johnny, hey Dee Dee
Little Tom and Joey
You know we're comin' over
Sweet sweet little Ramona
You're getting better and better
It's getting easier than ever
Hey you kids in the crowd
You know you like it
When the music's loud

Sweet sweet little Ramona
she always wants to come over
Sweet sweet little Ramona
I think I'll try and phone her

I let her in if you're wondering why

You better know what you want
You know how little I got
I can't give you anything

You think I'm real cute
But who's gonna briing home the loot
Make up your mind about
Hope you don't doubt, that
I can't give you anything

Yeah, I wanna be well
I wanna be well
I wanna be
I want I want I want
I want I want I want
Yeah, I wanna be well

I want my
LSD, golly gee,
DDT, wowee!
Daddy's broke
Holy smoke
My future's bleak
Ain't it neat

Do you wanna dance and hold my hand
Tell me baby I'm your lover man
Oh baby, do you wanna dance

Do you do you do you do you wanna dance
Do you do you do you do you wanna dance
Do you do you do you do you wanna dance

Well do you wanna dance under the moonlight
Squeeze me baby all through the night
Oh baby, do you wanna dance

Well do you wanna dance under the moonlight

Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy!
DDT did a job on me
Now I am a real sickie
Guess I'll have to break the news
That I got no mind to lose
All the girls are in love with me
I'm a teenage lobotomy

Slugs and snails are after me
DDT keeps me happy
Now I guess I'll have to tell 'em
That I got no cerebellum
Gonna get my Ph.D.
I'm a teenage lobotomy

We're a happy family
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
Me mom and daddy

Siting here in Queens
Eating refried beans
We're in all the magazines
Gulpin' down thorazines

We ain't got no friends
Our troubles never end
No Christmas cards to send
Daddy likes men

Daddy's telling lies
Baby's eating flies
Mommy's on pills
Baby's got the chills

I'm friends with the President

Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They've got their surfboards
And they're going to the discotheque a go go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now
She's a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker

I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About this world
I don't care
About that girl
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About these words
I don't care

Lovely lovely locket love
You could use a little of
Hang a chain around you
You're hangin' too
Hang on a little bit longer
Hang on you're a goner

Lovely lovely locket love
Cause a picture never does
Try to expose you
For what you put me through
Hang on a little bit longer
Hang on you're a goner

Never never can tell
How hard you fell
Lovely lovely locket 'cause
The best poison of

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I love you
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I love you
I do, I do

But I told her why we just can't make it
I want you still but just can't take it
The time has come we oughta break it
Someone has to pay the price

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
It's over
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
It's true, it's true

And I think of times we were together
As time went on it seemed forever
But times have changed

Up on the roof, out on the street
Down in the playground the hot concrete
Busride is too slow
They blast out the disco on the radio

Rock Rock Rockaway Beach
Rock Rock Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach

It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach

There's no stoppin' the cretins from hoppin'
You gotta keep it beatin'
For all the hoppin' cretins

Cretin! Cretin!

I'm gonna go for a whirl with my cretin girl
My feet won't stop
Doin' the Cretin Hop
Cretin! Cretin!

1-2-3-4
Cretins wanna hop some more
4-5-6-7
All good cretins go to heaven
Rockaway Beach
Chewing out a rhythm on my bubble gum
The sun is out and I want some