Well you dad-gum government, you sorry so-and-so's
You got your damn hands in every pocket of my clothes
Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government
Oh, don't you know, oh, don't you love 'em sometimes?
You dad-gum government, you better pay attention
You're sittin' up there like a fool's convention
Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government
Oh, don't you know, oh, don't you love 'em sometimes?
These soul sellin', no good, sons of a dead pan
Shoe fittin' fire starters
I oughta tear your no good, god dang, preambulatory bone frame
And nail it to your government walls
All of ya, ya bastards
Dad-gum government, you sorry rack of ratchets
You got yourself an itch and you want me to scratch it
Well you dad-gum, yeah you dad-gum
You dad-gum
You dad-gum government, you sorry sons of bitches
You got your damn hands in every pocket of my britches
Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government
Oh, don't you know, oh, don't you love 'em sometimes?
Oh, government