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Mother, Father, I'm here in the zoo

I can't come home 'cause I've grown up too soon

I got my sentence

I got my command

They said they'd make me major if I met all their demands

I could be a corp'ral into corp'ral punishment

Or the gen'ral manager of a large establishment

They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod

But I never thought they'd put me in the

Goon squad

They've come to look you over and they're giving you the eye

Goon squad

They want you to come out to play

You'd better say goodbye

Some grow just like their dads

And some grow up too tall

Some go drinking with the lads

Some don't grow up at all

And you must find the proper place

For everything you see

But you'll never get to make a lampshade out of me

I could join a chain of males or be the missing (a) link

Looking for a lucky girl to put me in the pink

They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod

But I never thought they'd put me in the

Good squad …

Mother, Father, I'm doing so well

I'm making such progress now that you can hardly tell

I fit in a little dedication

With one eye on the clock

They caught you under medication

You could be in for a shock

Thinking up the alibis that ev'ryone's forgotten

Just another mummy's boy gone to rotten

They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod

But I never thought they'd put me in the

Goon squad…

goon squad

Father, I'm here in the zoo

I can't come home 'cause I've grown up too soon

I got my sentence

I got my command

They said they'd make me major if I met all their demands

I could be a corp'ral into corp'ral punishment

Or the gen'ral manager of a large establishment

They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod

But I never thought they'd put me in the

Goon squad

They've come to look you over and they're giving you the eye

Goon squad

They want you to come out to play

You'd better say goodbye

Some grow just like their dads

And some grow up too tall

Some go drinking with the lads

Some don't grow up at all

And you must find the proper place

For everything you see

But you'll never get to make a lampshade out of me

I could join a chain of males or be the missing (a) link

Looking for a lucky girl to put me in the pink

They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod

But I never thought they'd put me in the

Good squad …

Mother, Father, I'm doing so well

I'm making such progress now that you can hardly tell

I fit in a little dedication

With one eye on the clock

They caught you under medication

You could be in for a shock

Thinking up the alibis that ev'ryone's forgotten

Just another mummy's boy gone to rotten

They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod

But I never thought they'd put me in the

Goon squad…

Don't start that talking

I could talk all night

My mind was sleepwalking

While I'm putting the world to right

Call careers information

Have you got yourself an occupation?

Oliver's army is here to stay

Oliver's army are on their way

And I would rather be anywhere else

But here today

There was a Checkpoint Charlie

He didn't crack a smile

But it's no laughing party

When you've been on the murder mile

Only takes one itchy trigger

One more widow, one less white nigger

Oliver's Army is here to stay

Oliver's army are on their way

And I would rather be anywhere else

But here today

Hong Kong is up for grabs

London is full of Arabs

We could be in Palestine

Overrun by the Chinese line

With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne

But there's no danger

It's a professional career

Though it could be arranged

With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear

If you're out of luck or out of work

We could send you to Johannesburg

Oliver's Army is here to stay

Oliver's army are on their way

And I would rather be anywhere else

But here today

And I would rather be anywhere else

But here today

And I would rather be anywhere else

But here today

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh

There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen

Who comes into my house every night

She takes all the red, yellow, orange and green

And she turns them into black and white

But you tease, and you flirt

And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt

You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it

Better cut off all identifying labels

Before they put you on the torture table

'Cause somewhere in the "Quisling Clinic"

There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes

She's listening in to the Venus line

She's picking out names

I hope none of them are mine

But you tease, and you flirt

And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt

You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it

Never said I was a stool pigeon

I never said I was a diplomat

Everybody is under suspicion

But you don't wanna hear about that

'Cause you tease and you flirt

And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt

You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it

Better send a begging letter to the big investigation

Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?

You tease, and you flirt

And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt

You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it

You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it

You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it