(instrumental intro)

In the White House, with black curtains lived a pResident.
Who was chosen, don't know nothin', masquerading,
Getting richer while we all are gettin' colder.
Looking for somethin' that just isn't there.

I'll wait in this place ready to raise my hand.
Wait in this place, open my mouth and make a stand.

I'm sick of you, George Duh-Ba-You, and your cronies.
Get off your arses, and I'll see you out in the streets.
I feel a bit nervous, I feel a bit mad.
Feels like a good time that's never been had.

I'll wait in this place ready to raise my hand,
Wait in this place, open my mouth and make a stand.

(instrumental break)

You think it's a horror movie right there on TV.
Switch the station between the killin' and the hatin'.
You don't care who's gonna lose or win.
Listen Duh-Ba-You, don't believe in what they're tellin'.

I'll wait in this place ready to raise my hand.
Wait in this place, open my mouth and make a stand...