A fistful of dollars, a nuclear warhead
A few dollars more, arms galore
A fistful of dollars gotta win the arms race
They'd k** us all for a few dollars
A cracked old actor runs the country
Reading scripts from old'B'movies
Finger on the bu*ton, head in the clouds
Still doing anything to please the crowds
Biggest is best the American way
Living and lie from day to day
A flash car only boosts the ego
Fuel economy out the window
History and heritage, they haven't got
Though that doesn't mean a lot
They pride themselves on their wild west past
Would be cowboys to the last.