Guantanamerika

I'm gonna make a pledge to the TV preacher

And hope and pray that I get richer

Turn up the green on the picture

Have another swig of this hard liquor

Breathing in the mist of the crop duster

Gazing at the stars that have lost their luster

Zieg Heil to the, "In God We Trust-ers"

Ooh, ooh, ooh, drug busters

Soon as I escape to the Eastern Sector

I'll find a girl like Tammy Baker

Can the crust get any flakier?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, Tammy Baker

Gonna make a pledge to the TV preacher

And hope and pray that I get richer

Turn up the green on the picture

Have another swig of this hard liquor