#commandante

So, put on your Chairman Mao coat,

And let me clear my throat

Let's turn this whole town upside down,

Shake it till the coins come falling out of its pocket

Yeah, put on your Che Guevara pin,

Call the troops on in

“All those bridges have been burned down to the ground I’ve got the jet pack strapped to my back And I’m waiting for you to come around”

"There is a tradition, from the earliest folk musics, of songs in which the speaker boasts of his talents, or his successes, or his sexual prowess. There is a tradition in Mountain Goats songs of boasting about having, e.g. "a storage locker full of cow figurines." This song is as firmly inside that tradition as you can get."