Lyrics of Tustin coin-op party

These coins have heads imprinted on them
And below the heads "e. pluribus unim"
It's time to wash the shroud of turin
It's all crusty and caked with shit from the charles mountain
Should we use bleach, the brand clorox?
"i think not, you fucking ox!"
I respect these good machines
They got that stinky shroud so clean