India

India, India You're my love song India you're my love song In the flowers You can have me in the flowers We will dance alone And live our useless lives India stupid on the carpet floor India stupid on the carpet floor We dance upon the carpet floor And reel around India, India, India, India, India I'm American, ha ha ha India Caroline is really great She serves the muck Upon a tray And little rich boy don't you cry You kiss me in the anodyne See the ceiling raining spit The beach is backwards isn't it India don't you cry India see the ceiling raining tears You will cry a thousand tears All the women form a line Put your face upon a line This is for the discotheque This is stupid, I object And I love you and I love you And please me, please me, please me Please me, please me, please me Please me, please me, please me India, India, India, India