A Man Called Toad Songtext
von Los Valendas

Bring on the sword swallowers, the acrobats, the dancing bears
And let the marching band play
Bring in the sad clowns with their spinning bow ties and their faces
Painted white and red
Write his name in big letters in the sky
Wave your banners high and low
′Cause nothing's ever good enough for the man
Everyone loves to love but I like to call tolls

Bring on the cheerleaders, the monkeys and the organ grinders
The blind leading the deaf
Let him kiss the children, walk on water, raise the dead
Throw petals where he treads
No one′s ever been so much in love
With the sound of his own voice
The grinsome tramp walks on everyone who stands in his way
The ones that never had a choice


He loves to sit by the fire
In the late afternoon
Surrounded by his grandchildren
Feeds them on a silver spoon
They're the next generation of white-collar crooks

Bring on the celebrities along with the best and brightest
And let them lead the parade
Light up the fireworks and sound the horns and wail the sirens
Let us praise his name
Deep down inside we all happen to know
What it's like behind the mask
Whenever you meet this kind of man
You have to count your fingers after shaking his hand

He loves to sit by the fire
In the late afternoon
Surrounded by his grandchildren
Feeds them on a silver spoon
They′re the next generation of white-collar crooks

Spare no expense for the next generation of white-collar crooks
Spare no expense for the next generation of white-collar crooks
Spare no expense for the next generation of white-collar crooks