Well we're all packed up and we're Iroquois bound,ntuning our ears for the F.M. sound.nWe got a million problems, we're on our way,n44th, New York, U.S.A.nnThat big crazy city don't blink an eye,nanytime we pass by.nIt just keeps strechting up so high,nlike a rocket, shooting, to the sky.nIroquois ! Iroquois !nnSpecial Branch got their feelers out,nour names and addresses 'cos we're in doubt.nDown the corridor, keep in lane,nfind the worst seats on the plane.nnFind a tacky statue three inches high,ndirty rain falls from a dirty sky.nOn the corner of the street there's a big black fella' ..ntrying to sell me an umbrella.nnGet the Kraut boys round for a smoke an' a beer,nthere's gotta be a pizza delivery near.nCall the barf patrol, there's a stain on the floor,na weeks P.D's for the bathroom floor.n