Pancake America - Tiger Tunes

At last we spend our money in a riverboat bar

Illusions cause confusion in our big red bleeding hearts

Kiss me once or twice on my big red hurting lips

I promise mescaline will be the last of all my trips

We’re tripping

«This plane will take us to America»

«I can see my house from here»

«Can someone point me in the direction of an ambulance?»

Pan Pan

Pan Pan America

This plane will take us to America

This sinister red beam awoken deep inside the earth

Won’t take it long to get here from the moment of its birth

Will drive us all completely mad and make us lose our sleep

Troubled all our nations in our beds still counting sheep

We’re sleeping

Please wait for me.

Please take me to France

These drugs are mean and there’s a hole in my pants

I need you for some comfort and sex

I’ll straighten it all out and make you some flapjacks

Flapjacks

Flapjacks are made of love

These flapjacks were made in America

This plane will take us to America