Too Much Joy – Drum Machine lyrics

I am Elmer J. Fudd, millionaire
I own a mansion, and a yacht
And a car, and a plane, and a gun
And a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine
I gotta drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

There's a band in the studio right next to us
We think that their brains are filled with pus
We wish that they'd go home on a bus
And take their drum machine, drum machine, drum machine
They have a drum machine, a drum machine, drum machine

I am Mr. Eddie's father
My best friend is uncle Norman
Eddie plays with Mrs. Livingston and his drum machine, drum machine, drum machine
He's gotta drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

I am an anti-christ
You know that I am a anarchista
I know what I want and I'm gonna get
A drum machine, drum machine, drum machine
I want a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

There's a band in the studio right next to us
We wish that they'd get hit by a bus
And leave their drum machine to us
We want their drum machine, drum machine, drum machine
We want a drum machine, drum machine, drum machine

The perfect Christmas gift to a band from it's fans
Is a drum machine
We don't know how to use one but we could learn
If it came with instructions that would be real good
We could write lots of good songs
With a drum machine, drum machine,
I want a drum machine, we want a drum machine, drum machine,
I want a drum machine we need a drum machine, drum machine