Looks like now the Beatles weren't so bad

Mr. Manson makes the Four look fab

'Cause death and evil is what sells today

And Walter Disney's spinnin' in his grave.



Grandpa's Woodstock acid wasn't brown

President lit up and passed it down

The days of outrage have all gone away

I bet that Disney's spinnin' in his grave.



Remember back to days when

Kids were kids and it was fun

And the kids didn't carry guns

While we were pleasure hunting

We got tricked like Elmer Fudd

Brainwashed by the media.



Inconvenienced by a small mistake

Mother chooses to exterminate

I wonder what the forefathers would say

The land of the free, home of the depraved

I bet that Disney's spinnin' round

I bet that Disney's spinnin'

I bet that Disney's spinnin' in his grave.