Guantanamerika

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
Soon as I escape to the Eastern Sector
I'll find a girl like Tammy Baker
Can the crust any flakier?
Ooh-ooh-ooh, Tammy Baker

[Verse 4]
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