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 seasick

Uncle Ricky's schooner's docked Pompano Beach
Weigh anchor and me and him each
Need some extra sunblock, 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 you know 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 a classic VH when I pulled an H. Singh
Drank myself into a stupor, ears started to ring
And I'll go finally Al's and type my brain 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