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