Dead Kennedys

Theres a prefab building and a funny smell
Around the hill outside of town
Every now and then we wonder
But we shrug our shoulders
And get back to work
Theres a railroad there and trains go by
And theres people locked in cattle cars
And have you noticed
The french fries at the a&w
Taste a little strange?
I drive down to the disco
Pompadour and pink lamm
I bow and blow the doorman
He parts the chain, says join the game
A quick line in the girls room
To the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slits
Tape my temple watch me go
Now I want your perfect barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your barbie-doll dress
Up and down your spandex ass
If I lit a match for you
Youd melt before my eyes