People wanna Jazzercise
With their uninteresting lives
But they need someone to show them how
I played cribbage in high school
It was natural that I'd rule
Come with me to the promised land
Soy el presidente de los Estados Unidos (de America!)
Soy el presidente de los Estados Unidos (woo-hoo)
Dancing on the porta-johns
Swimming in New Orleans swamps
With my flowing long blond hair
Someday I may go too far
I'm someone with my guitar
There's so much pressure to be weird
Soy el presidente de los Estados Unidos (de America!)
Soy el presidente de los Estados Unidos (woo-hoo)
Hope your face is healing up
Just a couple surface cuts
Dropped a cooler on your head
Hopefully you are not dead
I'm as stupid as it gets
Worth a hearty "what the heck"
Throwing garbage on the fans
Hopefully they'll understand
Soy el presidente de los Estados Unidos (de America!)
Soy el presidente de los Estados Unidos (de America!)
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, ooh-ooh
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