Inca Rag / Name Game Lyrics - The Fiery Furnaces

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 Pampano 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 'cos 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 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 

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, Chrisssss