The Fiery Furnaces Inca Rag/Name Game lyrics

In the cracker barrel dumpster, I found a bag
Red-white striped, I opened it, gag
Mummy Day Pizarro, dressed in a Inca rag

Call on in to work quick, tell 'em that I'm sea-sick
Uncle Ricky's schooner's docked at Pompano Beach
Weigh, anchor and me and him, each need some extra sun block
Do it for 'em, he can't reach San Juan by next Sunday

Mummy, mummy, mummy
Walking through the market, stop buy some rum and coke
Plantains please, my mummy man spoke
But you have to pay, 'cause dude, I'm broke

Sitting outside the sunset, are we in Cadiz yet?
Over to Majorca for few audience fit
Juan Carlos, his throne he go sit
Throw the mummy in the dungeon bottomless pit


Appealing in the Hague say
Mummy, mummy, mummy
I was listening to classic VH when I pulled an H. Singh
Drank myself to a stupor, ears started to ring

And I'll go to Finally Al's and type my brains away
With Pebbles and Ives we'll meet Madonna, LaDonna, ShaDonna
And my brother with the very best name of all
And we'll go to finally Al's and type our brains away

Let's play bacci and horseshoes and croquet
But no not cricket 'cause I can't say their names
And I'll go to Finally Al's and type my brains away
Penguin, Moe, Sal, Chris, Penguin, Moe, Sal, Chris