White Russian Galaxy Lyrics

Straight out of high school

Went into the jungle

Searching for Tarzan

Who might be dead.



You kick like a mule

Short of an oscar

And screaming blue murder

At newly weds.



Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head

Who knows?



You talk like a fish

In nonsensical bubbles

And blow the word 'bitch'

Through your smoke-ring.



You cause only trouble

And bring only suffering

Just get in the spaceship

And stop breeding.



Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head

Who knows?



Won't you tell me what

You never sing in church on Sunday

Why won't you ever

Go all the way.

You're floating towards heavenly hell

Hanging from the rafters

Like a church bell.

You're light years away from reality

Lonely

And lost in a White Russian galaxy.



Who knows?



Who knows

What goes on in her pretty little head?



Who knows what goes on?