Nixonland

Just last night I fantasized I was in a time machine
Walking hand in hand with my sister there
Along the San Clemente beach

My fourth grade class took a field trip once
To pay tribute to the man
Did I ever tell you that I was born
In the heart of Nixonland?

He flew to China on Air Force One
Had a meal in Chinatown
Even when things were really looking up
Poor Richard was always looking around

Politicians maneuver, negotiate
Yeah, they lie, they cheat, and they scam
He cut a trail through the DMZ
All the way up to Nixonland

He talked about himself like he was someone else
In the third person, I guess you’d say
He’d say Nixon had a rough night
He’d saY Nixon needs a drink
He’d say Nixon loves Memorial Day

He had a wife and two daughters too
They were with him right up until the end
Holed up like four refugees
High on a cliff over Nixonland

He stood at the window – looked over the crowd
As the crowd shouted “Jail to the Chief!”
He stood at the window with his tumbler of scotch
In his slippers and his BVDs

He talked to a portrait of Honest Abe
Said, “Surely, Abe, you must understand
The Jews are out to bring me down
From way up high over Nixonland”