Hop With The Jet Set Lyrics

Dead Kennedys

I say, come on to pleasures unknown Where we fly to when we are all bored C’mon for the ride and hop with the jet set tonight We’ll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay
Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away We wanna save the whales, we’ll go watch them feed Buzz around them in boats 'til they won’t breed Just here for the ride
Then we hop with the jet set tonight Check out them Indians’ ancestral art Some of that would look cute up on our walls Yeah, suit it just fine
When we hop with the jet set tonight We’ll hire out some poachers to go steal their dolls Who cares if they’re scared? They look awful cute National Geographic found a Stone Age tribe
Let’s feed them their first hot dogs on film Won’t that be a prize? To show the jet set tonight Aren’t they cute? Aren’t they pure?
Muse subscribers back home Next weekend the Junta exterminates them Back home by the sea at our outdoor café Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air

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