You've got to pick up the piecesnC'mon, sort your trashnBetter pull yourself back togethernMaybe you've got too much cashnBetter call, call the lawnWhen you gonna turn yourself in, yeahnYou're a politiciannDon't become one of Hitler's childrennnBonzo goes to BitburgnThen goes out for a cup of teanAs I watched it on TV, somehow it really bothered menDrank in all the bars in town, looking for an extended foreign policynPick up the piecesnnMy brain is hanging upside down nAnd I need something to slow me downnnMy brain is hanging upside down nI need something to slow me downnnShouldn't wish you happinessnWish her the very best nFifty-thousand dollar dressnShaking hands with Your Highness nSee through you like cellophanenWatch the world complainnBut you do it anywaynWho am I, am I to saynnBonzo goes to BitburgnThen goes out for a cup of teanAs I watched it on TV, somehow it really bothered menDrank in all the bars in town, looking for an extended foreign policynPick up the piecesnnMy brain is hanging upside downnAnd I need something to slow me downnnMy brain is hanging upside downnAnd I need something to slow me downnnIf there's one thing that makes me sick It's when someone tries to hide behind politicsnI wish that time could go by fast Somehow they manage to make it lastnnMy brain is hanging upside downnAnd I need something to slow me downnnMy brain is hanging upside downnAnd I need something to slow me down