Uncle Bernie's Farm

I'm dreaming . . . (Oh no-o-o!) There's a bomb to blow your mommy up A bomb for your daddy too (Ouch) A baby doll that burps & pees A case of airplane glue A hungry plastic troll To scarf your buddy's arm A box of ugly plastic things marked: Uncle Bernie's Farm! There's a little plastic congress There's a nation you can buy (I'll take two) There's a doll that looks like mommy She'll do anything but cry (I seen her) There's a doll that looks like daddy He's a funny little man Push a button & ask for money There's a dollar in his hand (Check his wallet) We gotta send Santa Claus back to the Rescue Mission Christmas don't make it no more Don't you know that murder & destruction Scream the toys in every store (Think this'll sell 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 joy! And smiling in his office Is the creep who makes the toys . . FZ:We got this car: when it hits the wall you see the guy dying . . . you got the little plastic puddles of blood that you put up on the car I'M DREAMING . . Ray: And his intestines . . . you have plastic intestines you can stuff back into his stomach . . FZ:There's this other thing, I've got bombs. I've got rockets, I've got a . . . I've got a stilson wrench & plastic brass knuckles . . Ray: And it comes with a tape recorder with sound effects . . . screaming and crying FZ:We got a '39 Chevy . .