Canaveral - Shellac

Call it Canaveral

I won’t say his name

Could have had anyone, he didn’t

What do you think could make him stoop so low?

What do you think could make him

Stick his hands in my life

What on Earth could make him stoop so low?

What do you to think could make him

Stick his cock in my wife

What on Earth could make him stoop so low?

I’d like to put him up there in one

I’d like to see his face

I’d like to put him up there in one

Blow him up into space

He’ll fertilize the rice in China

With the cinders of his remains

Want to start a country somewhere

On an island or an archipelago

Or a peninsula, or an isthmus, or a fjord or

An inlet, or even a mountain

Print up stamps and money there

And they’ll all have Oswald’s face