You there, You who thought I would succeed And wouldn't make a fool of you With cronyism and greed You there, You in that dwindling crowd Who don't mind my beating my gums at you About how great Life has become for you One little problem: If Putin decides not to share, He'll have us dancing on a string, Gas prices will be a nightmare! If he doesn't play nice, You'll find somehow or other, By my not raising gas taxes here, Telling Detroit what it fears to hear, Vladimir can make painfully clear Who is Big Brother!
Music & Original Lyrics by Richard Adler & Jerry Ross |