Rockin' Rollin' Splishin' Splashin' Over the horizon What can it be? Ah ah ah ah Do it to me one time The pilgrims sailed the sea To find a place to call their own, so free In their little ship, the Mayflower They hope to find a better home to be They finally knocked on Plymouth Rock And someone said we're there It might not look like home But at this point I don't care Oh they were missing Mother England They swore their loyalty until the very end Anything you say, King It's okay, King Y'know it's kinda scary on your own We've got to all just get together And talk to call each other on our telephones I want no more kings No more kings No more kings No more kings You taxed our property You didn't give us any choice
Meanwhile back in England You didn't give them any voice That's what I call taxation without representation And that's not fair! (It's wrong! It's wrong!) There's a long list of mistakes you've made, King I'm going to start with the worst You had the nerve to tax our cup of tea To put it kindly, King: What? Did you expect me to agree? I'm going to show you why we dumped it in the ocean And made the biggest harbor of tea you'll ever see No more kings We're gonna run our things our own way Gonna run our things our own way Gonna run it into the ground Run our things our own way Gonna run our things our own way Gonna run our things our own way Gonna run them into the ground Into the ground