Heikki's Suburbia Bus Tour lyrics

Did you read the Sunday paper,

about the strong stomached 25

who from an expedition,

all came back alive

from that hostile country

where only the stones survive,

on Heikki's suburbia bus tour one.

Picture-taking tourist,

the war was half a deal.

The natives can't believe it,

it all seems so unreal.

Just to ask the question,

now how does it feel

on Heikki's suburbia bus tour ride?

2,752 un-scheduled stops.

Watch them kill the crabgrass,

but look out for the cops.

Hospitals for flowers,

the matron ladies cry.

Itchy trigger fingers

as our caravan walks by.

Overcrowded laughter,

'cause they're all four gallons high

on Heikki's suburbia bus tour ride.

Read the Sunday paper

though you may disagree

about the maiden voyage of poets A to Zee.

None confuse to answer

that happiness is free

on Heikki's suburbia bus tour ride.