When the stuff hits the fan
they say
"Don't look at me.
If you got trouble,
blame 43"

They think big thoughts and
they dream big dreams

But it's another man's sweat
that pays for those schemes.


As soon as they save
this planet

They'll put the fire
out in hell

When you're holding a hammer

Everything looks like a nail


There'll be a party
come this November

Where we're gonna
set things straight


All good people
gonna gather 'round

Gonna show what
made this country great


We'll run off the schemers
and back room dealers


So the Red, White and Blue
will prevail


When we're holding the
hammer

Every one of them looks
like a nail