Dad - D-Law lyrics

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, throwing 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 'Coz by the 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 no more, no We got the Disneyland law (Disneyland law) Yeah, it's so far out, it makes anarchy a bore What the critics defined as presence of mind Is nothing but a wish to be four of a kind And though we do not share the same label Where each of us is a can of tomato From lower ego to upper i.d. 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 'Coz by the order of the police And sweet old Walt Yeah, we do as we please It's the Disneyland law (Disneyland law) Yeah, and we don't need no 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 481914, anyplace you haven't been? This ain't open territory We're building a road-block 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 We got the Disneyland law (Disneyland law) 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 pistols foreskin back