India, you're my love song

India, you're my love song in the flowers

You can have me in the flowers

We will dance alone and live our useless lives



India, stupid on the carpet floor

India, stupid on the carpet floor

We dance upon the carpet floor

And reel around



India, India, India, India

India, I'm American, ha ha ha



India, Caroline is really great

She serves the muck upon a tray

And little rich boy, don't you cry

You kiss me in the anodyne

See the ceiling raining spit

The beach is backwards, isn't it?



India, don't you cry

India, see the ceiling raining tears

You will cry a thousand tears

All the women form a line



Put your face upon a line

This is for the discotheque

This is stupid, I object

And I love you, and I love you



And please me, please me, please me

Please me, please me, please me

Please me, please me, please me

India, India, India, India