Repetition

(album: Bingo-Master's Break-Out! - 1978)

Right noise...
We're gonna get real speedy
We're gonna wear black all the time
You're gonna make it on your own
Cause we dig
Cause we dig
We dig
We dig repetition
We dig repetition

We dig repetition in the music
And we're never going to lose it
All you daughters and sons
Who are sick of fancy music
We dig
We dig
We dig repetition
We dig repetition

Repetition in the drums
And we're never going to lose it
This is the three Rs
The three Rs:
Repetition, repetition, repetition

Oh, mental hospitals
Oh, mental hospitals
They put electrodes in your brain
And you're never the same
You don't dig repetition
You don't love repetition
Repetition in the music and we're never going to loose it

President Carter loves repetition
Chairman Mao, he dug repetition
Repetition in China
Repetition in America
Repetition in West Germany
Simultaneous suicide

We dig it, we dig it, we dig it, we dig it
Repetition, repetition, repetition...

There is no hesitation
This is your situation
Continue a blank generation
Blank generation
Same old blank generation
Grooving blank generation
Swinging blank generation

Repetition, repetition, repetition...