Iroquois

G.B.H. · Midnight, Madness & Beyond [1986]

Well we're all packed up and we're Iroquois bound,

Tuning our ears for the F.M. sound.

We got a million problems, we're on our way,

44th, New York, U.S.A.



That big crazy city don't blink an eye,

Anytime we pass by.

It just keeps strechting up so high,

Like a rocket, shooting, to the sky.

Iroquois ! Iroquois !



Special Branch got their feelers out,

Our names and addresses 'cos we're in doubt.

Down the corridor, keep in lane,

Find the worst seats on the plane.



Find a tacky statue three inches high,

Dirty rain falls from a dirty sky.

On the corner of the street there's a big black fella' ..

Trying to sell me an umberalla.



Get the Kraut boys round for a smoke an' a beer,

There's gotta be a pizza delivery near.

Call the barf patrol, there's a stain on the floor,

A weeks P.D's for the bathroom floor.