Gymnopédie

Dance Butt-naked on the sand I lift my withered hand At the festival of man And if the waves are chilly They wash over your shells Make yourself look pretty And damn those waves to hell 'Cause I've been told in heaven The rooms are filled with mice There's breadcrumbs in the bedsheets And Jesus had head lice Sing Raise your shaken voice Tell all the other boys That this land is your land And if the waves are chilly They wash over your shell Make yourself look pretty And damn those waves to hell 'Cause I've been told in heaven The rooms are filled with mice There's breadcrumbs in the bedsheets And Jesus had head lice 'Cause I've been told in heaven The rooms are filled with mice There's breadcrumbs in the bedsheets And Jesus had head lice