There's a prefab building and a funny smell

Around the hill outside of town

Every now and then we wonder

But we shrug our shoulders

And get back to work...



There's a railroad there and trains go by

And there's people locked in cattle cars

And have you noticed

The french fries at the A&W

Taste a little strange?



I drive down to the disco

Pompadour and pink lamme

I bow and blow the doorman

He parts the chain, says join the game



A quick line in the girls' room

To the bar for the electrodes

A coin into the right slit

Tape my temple, watch me go



Blacks are banned, 'cept on the records

O' life's a cabaret

Like Berlin, 1930

All I crave is my escape



Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips

And I wnat your perfect Barbie-doll eyes

Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress

Up and down your Spandex ass



If I lit a match to you

You'd melt before my eyes

C'mere my pretty glow-worm

You look so fine to dance with me



The fly-eye lights a-throbbin'

I'm burning up the floor

Whirling twirling

Close my eyes

No faces judging me



But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips

And I wnat your perfect Barbie-doll eyes

Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress

Up and down your Spandex ass



A Hitler youth in jogging suit

Smiling face banded 'round his arm

Says 'Line up, you've got work to do

We need dog food for the poor'



A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines

Customized vans wait outside

I'm getting scared of my new home

To Auschwitz Condominiums we go



Oh no

But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips

And I wnat your perfect Barbie-doll eyes

Let my fingers down your dress

One more time