Bob Schneider Napolean's Palace Lyrics

We're all going down
To Napoleon's palace
Eyeballing God from the second floor
We get a little higher
We'll all come together
And wonder what the hell
We all came here for

We'll put a tap on the clabbergrinder nightly
Squeeze out all the turbulent disease
Roll up on tomorrow ever so slightly
Roll the f*cker up and sell it to the Japanese

Talk about it over dinner on the boardwalk
Underneath the branches of the trouble tree Chugglelug sweet brandy from a cornkeg
Unbuckle all our anxieties

We'll ride the donkey down into our dethronement
Slip a diaper on the president of Rome
Disqualify vivaldi in a spasm
Kick Kentucky in the ass until we're home

Sink inside a Chinese flounder like an earthworm
Burn our wallets at the stake and make a snack
Troubleshoot our babyteeth above a biscuit
Substitute our tutti frutti for a pound of babyback