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.