The Cheerleaders of North Korea

I painted their faces all the same
Shining like buttons in atomic rain
I could defect to an army of hotties
Where the pin up girls of Totalitarian totty go

La la la la la la

Bell bottom trousers a brave new future
A Sony Walkman and a video camera
We're the cherry blossoms of a nuclear winter
We're the bridesmaids of the supreme leader
And we go la la la.

I was striding across the tarmac
32 inch flares flapping in the turbo jet breeze
The leaders voice whispered to me
Plant a seed and grow a forest of evergreen trees
So I turned to him and I said
I've got to let it go
I've got to let it flow
And he said
From your loon pants will bloom the evil flower of reunification

And the girls go yes
And the girls go no
And the girls go la la la.