Ticket Out Of Dizneyland

Give me y’r money baby, give me y’r gold
Give me the cities burnin’, burnin’ bright to keep away the mould

Gimme, gimme stocks ‘n’ shares
Gimme air-conditioned airs
I don’t want no worldly cares
I just wanna a ticket outa Dizneyland

Duckburg’s down an alleyway
Futureland’s just over the next hill
Ol’ Scrooge is playin’ El Dorado
Mickey Mouse is terminally ill
I gotta formulate a plan
Organise a ticket outa Dizneyland

Everybodies wearin’ white gloves
Everybodies bein’ nice
Everybodies stealin’ from the poor
An’ tryin’ to say it ain’t a vice
If you have to pay to see the band
Then I want a ticket out of Dizneyland
I don’t wanna live in Dizneyland
Give me a ticket out of Dizneyland
I ain’t got the time to live in Dizneyland
Organise a ticket out of Dizneyland.

Written by Billie Reid.