Souvenir - Carpet

Everybody takes off

To foreign lands

Everybody takes off

On ships they built with hands

And when they crawl up to reach for you

You strike them down with force

And as their heads stop calling for you

You’ll leave with no remorse

And if they talked like the French you knew

Would you care at last?

And if their frown had a chalk white hue

Would you dare to ask?

Tell me more

About how you’ll make them swim

From shore to shore

From rim to rim

You got me riled up

You got me riled up

Sent souvenirs of Golliwogg

Can’t push us further

Can’t push us further down

The songs we sing

Are you listening?