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Oh yes! Let's!Yes, let's!let's go to that new placewith a name a bit like... uh, that placewhere the famous get so out of their face, they die of fatal cocktails allchemically macewe'll be rubbing shoulders with the stars in, uh... outer spaceThere will be seven foot women therefive o'clock shadow, rammed into ladies underwearand the animals go in,two by two,into the circus, into the zoo... into the looAnd hog boars snufflewith curly pig tails,guest lists cysts leaving trails like snails,there will be the pierced,and the piercing screaming studsfiercer than Elvis,pure phets, no dudsFake diamonds, holographiccheekier than Jesus, but uh, pornographicOh do, yes!Oh do, yes! Let's!Songtextelet's go to the new place!And user friendly all are we,and the tired triedand what do you do?I'm God, you liedand the animals go in two by twothe warthog, the snuffleupacus and the anteaterall drinking 5 pound beers by the litreIt's all right, she saysyou don't have to pay, 'cause(he's a member) he's a memberWearing nothing but a peanut in the middle of Decembersuddenly, I'm on top form and terribly brightglitter, tinsel, sparkle me baby, uh, every... nightI'm an extraordinarily curious creature and I know ithow bohemian! Shush for the poetnah f**k that! Let's go to the loo, like animals, two by twoand what was it you said you do?Is there any way I can network with you?And you tell me about a movie you're making, hopefully making,hopefully making, starring Uma Thurman, hopefully making,hopefully.And you talk for too longand then you say "I love this song"must shake a leg on the dance floorwith that fashion type wild boarand she needs an apple shoved into her fat goboh look! It's that junky lead singer, I hear he's a nob!No, I know him actually and he's alright, going soloand he's good for a line any night.Oh! Come on, let's go to the place with a name like that placeand come on, give me more, give me more to consume!I'm fatter than Elvis and I'm cheekier than Jesus in this VIP roomwith the super models, the rock stars and the... super flyand then she said, morbidly,"now would be a good place to die."Out of my face, in the place with the name like that placeon the front page tomorrow, my faceheadline reading "mystery death in new place"For she was best top lover girlfriend of that singer with the chart topping hitsthat actress, that director and that model with the fabulous titsand then everyone will really want to go to that place, 'cause it's got a name... uh, like that placewhere you get so out of your face (face, face, face!)and then everyone will want to go to that place.You're in a place with a name like that place, Aus Songtexte Mania