There's a prefab building and a funny smell Around the hill outside of town Every now and then we wonder But we shrug our shoulders And get back to work There's a railroad there and trains go by And there's people locked in cattle cars And have you noticed The french fries at the A&W Taste a little strange? I drive down to the disco Pompadour and pink lammé I bow and blow the doorman He parts the chain, says: Join the game A quick line in the girls room To the bar for the electrodes A coin into the right slits Tape my temple watch me go Blacks are banned, except on the records Oh, life's a cabaret Like in Berlin, 1930 All I crave is my escape Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes And I run my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress Up and down your spandex ass If I lit a match for you You'd melt before my eyes Come here my pretty glow-worm You look so fine to dance with me The fly-eye lights are throbbin' I'm burning up the floor Whirling, twirling I close my eyes No faces judging me But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes And I run my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress Up and down your spandex ass A Hitler youth in jogging suit Smiling face banded 'round his arm Says: Line up, you've got work to do We need dog food for the poor A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines Customized vans wait outside I'm getting scared of my new home To Auschwitz condominiums we go Oh no Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Let my fingers down your dress One more time