Sing to the tune of God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols
(Cook, Jones, Matlock & Rotten, BMI/WB Music Corp., ASCAP 1977)
Hail to the Chief
A Liar and a thief
And married to a moron
Potential H Bomb
Hail to the Chief
An imbecilic creep
There is no future
And America's dreaming
And don't be told what you want
And don't be told what you need
There's no future, no future, no future for you
Hail to the Chief
We mean it man
We love our Chief
All hail
Hail to the Chief
For taxing our money
And our president
Is not what he seems
All hail the DNC
Don't ruin the mad parade
A free press has decreed
Our Chief is great
And now there's no future I can't even see it
And there is no hope for the future of freedom
Under the thumb of Obama's regime
There's no future, your future
Hail to the Chief
We mean it man
We love our Chief
All Hail
(instumental interlude)
Hail to the Chief
We mean it man
There is no future
And Amrica's screaming
No future, no future, no future for you
No future, no future, no future for me
No future, no future, no future for you
No future, no future, no future for you.
