Let Me Be Your Third World Country Songtext
von The Bobs

I was sensitive before it was in style
But that was never enough
Ever new philosophy that you′d adopt
Seemed to make sense to me too

When we tripped together I thought we were in love
When I saw colors, you saw pigs
Then you took me to the sit-in at the Pentagon
How you opened up my eyes

You got into knowing yourself
I got into knowing myself
Everything I did was
Everything you did
I always was one step behind
In my personal growth

When we pulled the last troops out of Vietnam
I thought you'd have more time for screwing
How could I have been so blind to women′s rights and such
There's always so much to be doing


It was so hard for me to give up wearing fur
But in my heart I feel much better
The whales are safe for now, but Nicaragua burns
I just can't share your concern any more

Just give some attention to me
The world is O.K., let it be
Just give some attention to me

Please let me be your third world country

And I′ll be:


Politically Correct
Donate all your co-op dividends to me
Politically Correct
Hold a benefit for me, a benefit for me
Politically Correct
You and Jackson Browne can write a song for me
Politically Correct
Honk if you love me
Politically Correct
I′ll build a wheelchair ramp to your heart
Politically Correct
I'm an endangered species, so save me
Politically Correct
I have 70, 000 signatures demanding you go home
with me tonight
Politically Correct
Taste me, taste me, I′m organic!
Politically Correct
Take off your hats, this is the climax