Belgian War Dogs

We left you at the carnival With a quarter for the payphone Your fingers all turned purple From your melted snowcone No one wants to play With a social bumblebee Your sting is felt for days And your buzz rings eternally And you there! Mr. Who Cares I think I speak for everyone when I say it's not fair That you got here 'cause your last name I bet there's nothing in this world you think you can't claim And if you want to rebel well look no further You can buy counter-culture just down the corner If you don't understand the mob Well you can be quite sure you'll be killed by one And all the picture books were in German And the war dogs were Belgian And they let this villain into their villa Now it's time to have some fun