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 c*** 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 Oswalds face *Puric Mizra