Big Steve is on the drum set Counting it four by four Little Jimmy jamming the six-string Giving the people more
Count Violence bringing the low-end Cuz that’s all that he knows what to do And my name’s Ted That’s what I said
And the western world will perish in fifteen years
And then in the year sixteen when the world is clean Clean of this hipster scene Well all their ghosts will scream for what their souls have seen And the tapas they could have been eating
But The world is in the turlet The world is in the turlet The world is in the turlet And we’re all gonna die.
Aw The world is in the turlet The world is in the turlet The world is in the turlet So don’t ask why
Come on!
Nothing to drink I’ve got nothing to eat I’m barely alive I’m dead on my feet The East River boiled and belched up a cadaver The corpse walked to Enid’s for a drink and some palaver
And The world is in the turlet The world is in the turlet The world is in the turlet And we’re all gonna die
Yeah The world is in the turlet The world is in the turlet The world is in the turlet So don’t ask why
[guitar]
Cuz The proof is in the pudding The proof is in the pudding The proof is in the pudding And you don’t ask why
I said The proof is in the pudding The proof is in the pudding The proof is in the pudding So give it a try