Text: Dead Milkmen. Born to Love Volcanos.

Born to love volcanos
Seen 'em on PBS
Born to love volcanos
My apartment is a mess

Somewhere under that pile of clothes
Lies a whole $10 bill
Telephones are ringing in a land called PBS
Fat lady is singing in a land called PBS

Maybe she loves volcanos too
I'll just have to take a guess
She looks like a little volcano
With her red hair and brown dress

Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos

Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Volcanos, volcanos
Volcanos, volcanos

Born to love volcanos
Seen 'em on PBS
Born to love volcanos
This city is a mess

Somewhere on a steam vent
Sits a man without a home
Tribute to Carl Sagan tonight on PBS
Alistair Cooke is beggin' tonight on PBS

Maybe he needs my money more
Than a man without a home
He wants to make a documentary
On the footwear of ancient Rome

Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos

Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Volcanos, volcanos
Volcanos, volcanos

Born to love volcanos
Seen 'em on PBS
Born to love volcanos
This country is a mess

Every 2 minutes a girl gets pregnant
'Cause no one gives them the facts
Intellectuals are phoning to a land called PBS
Some old man is droning in a land called PBS

Maybe he needs my money
More than a bunch of pregnant teens
A toll-free number to call in my money
Appears upon my screen

Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos

Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Born to love volcanos
Volcanos, volcanos
Volcanos, volcanos

Born to love volcanos