To the Euro side.
To a Utopian castle in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the Euro side.
We finally took the whole pie.
Voters aren't heard for their bitchin';
Constitution's fryin' on the grill.
Took a whole lotta lyin',
Just to get over that hill.
Now we're rulin' the big leagues,
Gettin' our turn at the bat.
As long as we live, it's you and us, baby,
There ain't nothin wrong with that.
"Wow! If they'd take off these blinders, the view would be really good from up here!"
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