Lyrics: D-law

Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants He can't sing and you can see he can't dance And soulfinger's spinning; throwing his hair He's got nothing to say; He's just happy 2 B there Look at his friend and look at his face... He's got a 1 track mind'n'a 2 stringed bass! On garbage drums with a license to swing Pete sets the pace to anything... But I don't care - No! 'Coz by the order of the police'n'sweet olde Walt Yeah! We do as we please... It's the Disneyland law - Disneyland law And we don't need no more no We got the Disneyland law - Disneyland law Yeah, it's so far out; It makes anarchy a bore What the critics defined as presence of mind Was nothing but a wish 2 be 4 of a kind... And though we don't share the same label Each of us is a can of tomato... From lower ego to upper i.d. We're climbing up on the social tree From cellar to t.v. - Arena to bowl To penthouse-view from misery... But I don't care - No! 'Coz by the order of the police'n'sweet olde Walt Yeah! We do as we please... It's the Disneyland law Disneyland law And we don't need no more no! We got the Disneyland law Disneyland law Yeah, it's so far out; It makes anarchy a bore Disneyland law Yeah! We're doing our duty Disneyland law Following a track Disneyland law With our pistol foreskin back! 481914 Anyplace U haven't been? This ain't open territory... We're building a road-block - On your guard, boys!! - Ohmygod there's a maniac in here.!!. Yeah! By order of the police - We do as we please Wanna hear something funny? - We print our own money!! Disneyland law Disneyland law And we don't need more We got the Disneyland law Disneyland law It's so far out it makes anarchy a bore Disneyland law It's the beauty of the duty Disneyland law When following a track Disneyland law Disneyland law With out pistols foreskin back!