Ooby-Scooby Doomsday or the D-Day Djs Got the D.D.T. Blues

Revolution!
Bad vibrations!
Manifestation!
Ooby-Scooby Doomsday, Im waiting for you
Well Mr. Politician, while youre smiling
Your actions up behind you, they are filing
To lock you in political asylum
Oh my papas got money
Oh my papas got slaves
Oh my papas got power
He has fun with bombs and guns, oh how
You talk about the left wing
You talk about the right wing
Being nothings getting pretty frightening
My little boys got money
My little boys got drugs
My little boys got crazy
Sticks and stones dont break his dreams, no never
Revolution!
Bad vibrations!
Manifestation!
Ooby-Scooby Doomsday, Im waiting for you
We go to demonstrations
We picket rocket stations
And then we try to bomb the installation
Oh my mama, dont worry
Oh my mama, Im sorry
Oh my mama loves her sherry
She wears gloves when she makes love, oh kick it
Its getting very strange
Maybe were just deranged
I tell you, somethings gonna change
You change your god for another
Change your telly for a color
You change your book for your mother
Nothing is for, nothing is forgotten
I dont want no ugly revolution
Just wanna get high, just wanna get high
I dont want no ugly revolution
Just wanna get by , you know just wanna get by
Nice cup of tea in the morning
Nice up of tea with my tea
Dont want no sugar in my tea
Ive got more sugar in my D.D.T.
Fe, fi, fo, fum
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Ho, fi, fo, fum
I smell a stereo Englishman
Knees up mother brown
Now youre here and now youre gone
Love me, touch me, feel me too
I love miracles, I do
Let us go to church and be good-looking
(Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last Ive found you)
(Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last Ive found you)
(Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last Ive found you)
Ahhhhh-cho!