The Mothers Of Invention - Uncle Bernie's Farm lyrics

(I'm dreaming alone...) There's a bomb to blow your mommy up A bomb for your daddy too, ouch A baby doll that burps and pees A case of airplane glue A hungry plastic troll To scarf your buddy's arm There's a box of ugly plastic things marked "Uncle Bernie's Farm" There's a little plastic congress There's a nation you can buy There's a doll that looks like mommy She'll do anything but cry (Yes, sir) There's a doll that looks like daddy He's a funny little man Push a bu*ton and ask for money There's a dollar in his hand (Check his wallet) We gotta send Santaq Claus back to the rescue mission Christmas don't make it no more Know that murder and destruction Scream the toys in every store (I think this is sold in New York) There's a man who runs the country There's a man who tried to think And they're all made out of plastic When they melt, they start to stink There's a book with smiling children Nearly dead with Christmas joys And smiling in his office Is the creep who makes the toys They got this car, when it hits the wall, you can see the guy dying You got little plastic pools of blood Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho (I'm dreaming...) ...intestines...you can see right into his stomach... There's this other thing, I... I got bombs, I got rockets, I got a, I got a stillson wrench and comes with a tape recorder... I got plastic bra** knuckles with sound effects We got a '39 Chevy...