So now you tell me you're living in a country Where joys and freedom they can not be tried But alone in your mind there are so many rooms That you never seem to find
There is a room where your toolbox is waiting But you just never go there when you are awake When most of the time whatever that you look for You could'd just sit down and make
So do "the right thing". just do "the right thing" How can you do it while you're awake?! Instead I scratch my forehead like Aladdin his lamp
'Cause even in Madagascar (Madagascar) We'll find some shack below radar (below radar) Put two turntables and a film projector in that room And punk rock 'n' roll most faithfully It will occure-cure-cure! ... cure cure cure!
Instead you run to your little birdfeeder And stick your beak in the seeds your master laid Where did they came from? Who put them in there? Oh, you will never know their name! But there is a room where bustle and merry And big ceremony could be going on, Where your true talents along with birthrights Could be dancing can-can!
So do the "right thing" Just do the "right thing" How can you do it if you're awake?! Instead I scratch my forehead like Aladdin his lamp
'Case even in Madagascar (Madagascar) We'll find some shack below radar (below radar) And even in Antarctica!(Antarctica) And even in Azerbaijan! (Azerbaijan) Put two turntables and a film projector in that room And punk rock 'n' roll most faithfully It will occure-cure-cure! ...cure! cure! cure! ...and sewing machine too!