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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; thowing his hair
He's got nothing to say; He's just happy to be there

Look at his friend and look at his face
He's got a one track mind and a two stringed ba**
On garbage drums with a license to swing
Pete sets the pace to anything

But i don't care (NO!)
Cause' by order of the police
And sweet old Walt
Yeah we do as we please

It's the Disneyland law (Disneyland law)
And we don't need more no
We got the Disnеyland law (Disneyland law)
Yeah. it's so far out it makes anarchy a borе

What the critics defined as a presence of mind
Is nothing but the wish to be four of a kind
And though we do not share the same label
Each of us is a can of tomato
From lower ego to upper id
We're climbing up on the social tree
From cellar to tv; arena to bowl
To penthouse view from misery

But i don't care (NO!)
Cause' by order of the police
And sweet old Walt
Yeah we do as we please

It's the Disneyland law (Disneyland law)
And we don't need 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)
When following a track (Disneyland law)
With our pistol foreskin back!

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Any place you haven't been?
This ain't open territory
We're building a roadblock
On your guard boys!
Oh my god 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 no
We got the Disneyland law (Disneyland law)
Yeah 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 our pistol foreskin back!

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