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Hoopla!
Oink! Oink!
La la la la . .
Hoopla!

Went on the road
For a month touring
What a drag
You gotta go
Even if you'd rather be at home
Flaked out In Hollywood
Drove to Inglewood and then we dumped
All our shit into the plane across the sea

Look at all the Germans
Watch them follow orders
See them think they're doing
Something groovy in the streets
Sieg Heil!

See the student leader
He's a rebel prophet
He's fucked up
He's still a Nazi like his mom & dad
Played for a night in Berlin
That afternoon we set up our shit and rehearsed
Half a dozen phony student leaders in the hall
Came to see if I could find a way to help them all

"What is your desire?"
"Help us start a fire
In the Allied Center
Round the corner down the street"

And then we began to play
A bunch of punks arose from the crowd
Student rebels, their flags of red
Began to chant
Ho Chi Minh
Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh
Threw tomatoes
And the next thing we knew we were under siege