Just Desserts Songtext / Lyric

and uh, uh, every (security) (no, let him stay) no (let him stay) well at least it's a fruit pie

(let's pray for him right now, Anita, let's pray, Anita, why don't you pray, that's all right) father, we want to thank you for the opportunity of coming to Des Moines, and father I want to ask that you forgive him (and that we love him) and that we love him, and that we're praying for him to be delivered from his indignant lifestyle, father



See them scramble to the top

Watch them fall from grace

Never trust a man

With egg on his face



Groucho Marxists look so sweet

Slapstick anarchists, nice enough to eat

Peter Kropotkin in the way we talk

Charlie Cairoli in the way we walk



See them scramble to the top

Watch them fall from grace

Never trust a man

With egg on his face



Intellectual tarts with a good left hook

Copycat killers, cover and duck

Polite assassins, you shout, I scream

And the party starts, on a count of one, two, three






See them scramble to the top

Watch them fall from grace

Never trust a man

With egg on his face



We talk without words, and everybody understands

Just desserts, delivered by hand

Nobody move or the CEO

Gets it in the face with cream and dough



See them scramble to the top

Watch them fall from grace

Never trust a man

With egg on his face



See them scramble to the top

Watch them fall from grace

Never trust a man

With egg on his face



See them scramble to the top

Watch them fall from grace

Never trust a man

With egg on his face



"What, What's that, who's there, fido? ahhh it's you mrs. arbufnut(?)"