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Riding Around in My Hummer
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Riding Around in My Hummer

The Ballad of John Ashcroft

Connect the Dots

The Indictment of Ken Starr

Some Kind of a Game

Who's Gonna Pay the Bill?

RIDING AROUND IN MY HUMMER, I NEVER FEEL INSECURE
EVERYBODY KNOWS JUST WHERE I STAND ON BLOOD AND GUTS AND GORE
AND SINCE I HAVE TO BUY MORE GAS EVERY TEN MILES OR SO
I SURE AM GLAD WE GOT IRAQI OIL TO KEEP ME ON THE GO


RIDING AROUND IN MY HUMMER, GETTING THE TREE HUGGERS PISSED
MAKING ALL THE GUYS IN THEIR S.U.V.S LOOK LIKE CONSERVATIONISTS
I LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW I DON’T GIVE A DAMN, AS I ROLL DOWN THE STREET
RUSH LIMBAUGH ON THE RADIO, I’M YOUR NEO-CON ELITE


TAKIN’ A RIDE IN MY HUMMER, TAKIN’ UP BOTH OF THE LANES
ANYBODY WHO GETS CLOSE TO ME MUST REALLY BE INSANE
I’LL RIDE AROUND ALL DAY AND I’LL RIDE AROUND TILL DARK
I’LL JUST GO HOME, CAN’T DO ANYTHING ELSE, CAUSE THIS THING'S TOO BIG TO PARK

DRIVING AROUND IN MY HUMMER, SITTIN ON TOP ON THE WORLD
I WANT EVERYONE TO SALUTE ME, I’M YOUR FLAG UNFURLED
I NEVER FOUGHT IN ANY WAR, BUT IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO LEARN
FIGHTING THE WAR IN SUBURBIA IS HOW I’LL TAKE MY TURN



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TOOLING AROUND IN MY HUMMER IS JUST TOO COOL FOR WORDS
KNOCKING AROUND IN AN ORDINARY CAR IS REALLY FOR THE BIRDS
I’M YOUR BIG MAN ON CAMPUS, I’M YOUR ARISTOCRACY
I GOT A HUGE DEDUCTION TO BUY THIS THING, I LOVE DEMOCRACY

CRUISING AROUND IN MY HUMMER MAKING EVERYBODY LOOK MY WAY
YOU CAN TELL I’M A HE-MAN, YOU SURE KNOW I’M NOT GAY
YOU CAN SEE I’M A PLAYER, I NEVER SIT ON THE BENCH
I DON’T EAT BRIE OR DRINK CHABLIS, AND YOU KNOW I HATE THE FRENCH

TAKING A DRIVE IN MY HUMMER, IT SUITS ME TO A TEE
BUT I NEED MORE GAS TO GET ME BACK TO MY GATED COMMUNITY
WHEN I FILL ‘ER UP MY MONEY FLOWS TO THE OIL COMPANY
TRICKLE DOWN IS TRICKLE UP IN THE HUMMER FANTASY

SEEING ME IN MY HUMMER IS LIKE A JACKBOOT ON YOUR NECK
YOU KNOW I’M THE GUY WHO’S IN CONTROL, THIS AIN’T NO RENT-A-WRECK
MAYBE I’LL FIND SOME OTHERS, AND MAYBE WE’LL FORM A PACK
WE’LL RIDE AROUND IN A CONVOY, IT’LL FEEL JUST LIKE IRAQ