Poor LIttle Lamb

No one ever went broke trying to sell you
 Sitting in the front yard with your lemonade
 But the worst kind of empire drinks your drink
 And leaves you there, poor little lamb
 The worst kind of empire drinks your drink
 And leaves you there, poor little lamb
 Dozens at the front door waiting to meet you
 I think I heard the fat one say you're solid gold
 But the worst kind of empire drinks your drink
 And leaves you there, poor little lamb
 The worst kind of empire drinks your drink
 And leaves you there, poor little lamb
 In 87 minutes, I'll be ready to go
 Checking everybody's direction
 And even when I'm through I'm gonna beg you for more
 It's a bad deal: your love, me, and action
 Couldn't find a soul to help you this morning
 Running for the bus stop waving your beret
 But the worst kind of empire drinks your drink
 And leaves you there, poor little lamb
 The worst kind of empire drinks your drink
 And leaves you there, poor little lamb