A fistful of dollars, a nuclear warhead A few dollars more, arms galore A fistful of dollars gotta win the arms race They'd kill us all for a few dollars
A cracked old actor runs the country Reading scripts from old'B'movies Finger on the button, head in the clouds Still doing anything to please the crowds
Biggest is best the American way Living and lie from day to day A flash car only boosts the ego Fuel economy out the window
History and heritage, they haven't got Though that doesn't mean a lot They pride themselves on their wild west past Would be cowboys to the last
