Orange lady spews her venom
Says deny and we just let em
Tells her big friends let's go get em
While the air is hotter and wetter
(And we all roll merrily, merri-merrily along along)

Baby Quinn lights a candle
Says a prayer for all the vandals
Behind the mask they drill and drill
He's got legions big as dollar bills
(Complacency, they count on it, say you don't have time)

Have you had enough
Are you finally pissed off
It's all pretty rough,
And is it finally too much
Are you sick and tired, sick and tired, seeing red
Shouldn't have believed what they said

Marty got em hooked for cheap
Then jacked the price for the clean sweep
Said now's the time to do the fleece
And do it for all to see
(And we all roll merrily, merri-merrily along along)

Army man leaching foam
Into the water never told a soul
Preaching do the right thing, that's our way
But it'll never never fade away
(Why is your friend sick, such a mystery, and it just won't stop, the new clandestine ops)
(And we roll merrily along)

Have you had enough
Are you finally pissed off
Finally sick and tired
Is it finally too much
Are you sick and tired, sick and tired, maybe not
Reminds me of me, a lot

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): B.R. Hornsby