I'm a master of hypocrisy
I'm the king crusader of democracy
I'm a trained killer but you vote for me

When it's campaign season, I'll say anything to please them

I am a hypocrite

I Double Talk to fool the majority
Now I'm your evil leader right wing military chief
So $#&@ your educations and your hungry mouths to feed

I've got to keep the war machine running
I am a hypocrite


But I'm a big flag waver
I am a big flag waver
I'm a good tax payer

I am a communist slayer
I'm the american dream


I lick the $$#es of the big corporations
Which rape the land through exploitation
$#&@ those low-life central American nations

We must protect our capitalistic gratification
I am a top gun fighter, the American dream
I am the cream of the crop

I am a top gun fighter, the American dream
I'm a loaded gun


I'm the master of hypocrisy
The king crusader for democracy
I am a trained killer but you vote for me

I Double Talk to fool the majority
America, America, god shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood

America, America, ya brotherhood (ha, ha)
The people eat that %#@! right up
I'm a yankee doodle dandy, yankee doodle do or die

Ya, I'm a big flag waver, yes I'm a big flag waver
I'm a yankee doodle dandy, yankee doodle do or die
A first-rate nephew of my Uncle Sam, born on the 4th of july

I'm a big flag waver

I'm a big flag waver

I am a big flag waver... yankee doodle do or die

I lick the $$#es of the corporations

For campaign contributions
I launched secret foreign $$#assinations
Took no blame for illegal covert operations


Capitalism... Chauvinism... Imperialism...
Consumerism... Paranoia... Patriotism...


Only a hypocrite can sell the American dream
I'm the hypocrite who's selling it to run my war machine

We might have to kill to satisfy our greed
To keep the economy humming, got to keep the war machine running


I am a top gun fighter, the American dream
I am the cream of the crop
I am a top gun fighter, the American dream

I'm a like loaded gun

But I'm a big flag waver

I am a big flag waver
I'm a good tax payer
I am a communist slayer

I'm the American dream

Oh can you see by the dawns early light

When so proudly we hailed at the twilights last gleaming
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perkous night
While the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming

And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
And the rockets red glare... but our flag was still there...


Oh say, does that star-spangled banner still wave
For the land of the free where the home-less are brave?

But I'm a big flag waver
I am a flag waver... the American dream