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.