D.A.D. - "D-Law" lyrics

Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants
And soulfinger's spinning; throwing his hair
He can't sing and you can see he can't dance
He's got nothing to say; He's just happy 2 B there
Look at his friend and look at his face...
He's got a 1 track mind'n'a 2 stringed bass!
On garbage drums with a license to swing
But I don't care - No!
Pete sets the pace to anything...
'Coz by the order of the police'n'sweet olde Walt
Yeah! We do as we please...
It's the Disneyland law - Disneyland law
And we don't need no more no
We got the Disneyland law - Disneyland law
Yeah, it's so far out; It makes anarchy a bore

Was nothing but a wish 2 be 4 of a kind...
What the critics defined as presence of mind
Each of us is a can of tomato...
And though we don't share the same label
We're climbing up on the social tree
To penthouse-view from misery...
From cellar to t.v. - Arena to bowl
From lower ego to upper i.d.
But I don't care - No!
'Coz by the order of the police'n'sweet olde Walt
Yeah! We do as we please...
It's the Disneyland law
And we don't need no more no!
We got the Disneyland law