D-Law Lyrics by Dad
Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants
He can't sing and you can see he can't dance
And soulfinger's spinning; throwing his hair
He's got nothing to say; He's just happy 2 B there
Look at his friend and look at his face...
He's got a 1 track mind'n'a 2 stringed bass!
On garbage drums with a license to swing
Pete sets the pace to anything...
But I don't care - No!
'Coz by the order of the police'n'sweet olde Walt
Yeah! We do as we please...
It's the Disneyland law - Disneyland law
And we don't need no
He can't sing and you can see he can't dance
And soulfinger's spinning; throwing his hair
He's got nothing to say; He's just happy 2 B there
Look at his friend and look at his face...
He's got a 1 track mind'n'a 2 stringed bass!
On garbage drums with a license to swing
Pete sets the pace to anything...
But I don't care - No!
'Coz by the order of the police'n'sweet olde Walt
Yeah! We do as we please...
It's the Disneyland law - Disneyland law
And we don't need no