Give me your money baby, give me your gold
Give me the cities burning
Burning bright to keep away the mould
Gimme, gimme stocks and shares
Give me air-conditioned airs
I don’t want no worldly cares
I just want a ticket out of Dizneyland

Duckburgs down an alleyway
Futurelands just over the next hill
Old Scrooge is playing Eldorado
Mickey Mouse is terminally ill
I’ve got to formulate a plan
Organise a ticket out of Dizneyland

Everybody’s wearing white gloves
Everybody’s being nice
Everybody’s stealing from the poor
And trying to say it ain’t a vice
If you got to pay to see the band
Then I want a ticket out of Dizneyland
I don’t want to live in Dizneyland
Give me a ticket out of Dizneyland
I aint got the time to live in Dizneyland
Organise a ticket out of Dizneyland.