The Fiery Furnaces - Inca Rag / Name Game lyrics

In the cracker barrel dumpster I found a bag:

Red-white striped, I opened it - gag:

Mummy day Pizarro dressed in a Inca rag

Call on in to work quick

Tell 'em that I'm sea sick.

Uncle Ricky's schooner's docked at Pampano Beach:

Weigh anchor and me and him each

Need some extra sunblock, do it for 'em he can't reach.

San Juan by next Sunday

Mummy, mummy, mummy.

Walking through the market, stop buy some rum and coke:

Plantains please, my mummy man spoke,

But you have to pay 'cos you know dude, I'm broke.

Sitting outside the sunset, are we in Cadiz yet?

Over to Majorca for few audience fit

Juan Carlos, his throne he go sit,

Throw the Mummy in the dungeon bottomless pit.

Appealing in The Hague say,

Mummy, mummy, mummy.

I was listening to Classic VH when I pulled an H. Singh

Drank myself to a stupor, ears started to ring

And I'll go to Finally Al's and type my brains away

Let's play Bacci and Horseshoes and Croquet

But no, not cricket 'cause I can't say their names

And I'll go to Finally Al's and type my brains away

Penguin, Moe, Sal, Chris

Penguin, Moe, Sal, Chrisssss