A. Jonestown
(Tune - "Downtown")
Sung by
Sudsuckin' Bigfoot, Gypsies in the Palace HHH
When you are broke and your religion's a joke,
You can always go to - Jonestown
When life's incomplete, there's only one man to meet.
So won't you come and see - Jim Jones?
Watch him as he stirs a vat of Koolaid that's so lethal.
Listen to the anguished cries of all his dying people.
No one survived.
The Rev's a most gracious host.
So let's lift up our glass to the ultimate toast.
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We're at Jonestown - drink up with Reverend Jim.
Jonestown - the chances are mighty slim.
Jonestown - the people are dropping like flies.
-- in Jonestown, Jonestown, Jonestown.
There was Congressman Ryan on his mission of spyin'
But he would not drink with - Jim Jones.
For such a disgrace they had to blow off his face.
Now tell me who's to blame - Jim Jones.
But it forced the Rev. to put his final plan in action,
He drank the brew and when it's through he saw with satisfaction,
-- everyone died.
Their deaths were both painful and slow,
But to or to die, it's a great way to go.
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We're at Jonestown - drinking up Reverend Jim.
Jonestown - the chances are mighty slim.
Jonestown - people are dropping like flies.
-- in Jonestown, Jonestown, Jonestown, Jonestown.
