One Nation

We are in the Radio Days.

They don’t play What’s Goin’ On,

just Simple Simon Says,

we need a different song.

All we hear is radio ga-ga

and the soundtrack to LaLa

land of the free

-bird.

 

Think about it,

the last greatest hit,

will be mega

-tonned.

 

Sing it, clap, dance,

get on the good foot,

 

Yeah! (Yeah, Yeah…)

 

E-O 11

I can’t tell

if it’s swell

or far-out man…

nobody can.

 

Donny Boy’s pipes are callin’

state-to-state, across the great divide.

 

Is he like Ike,

or Ray-Gun Reagan?

 

Or worse...

 

Boom, Boom, akalakalaka-Boom,

tiny finger on the trigger,

little thumb on the bu-ttón,

he don’t know just what it’s for.

He just got to try it on.

Open the door,

let’s start the war,

everybody make like dinosaurs,

Boom, Boom, akalakalaka-Boom, Boom!

 

One nation under a fool,

(nothing can stop it now),

tweets don’t fail me now.