America your garbage betrays your brave new land
An institute of warfare, your children born in cans
In your pleasant urban back streets your kids don't stand a chance
But the CIA pulls all the strings that make Bing Crosby dance
A blind musician crawling around the new frontier
But they only look for idiots and call them pioneers
The Yankee Doodle chorus explodes from every screen
Designed to keep you happy and keep your people clean and green
But now the wound has festered, the patient looks so sick
So put the noose round good old Disney land and get it over quick