God damn Uncle Sam! On top in control Love gun, load of fun, forty-five jelly roll Trust the man -- He’s taking care of you Take his hand -- this life he’ll lead you through Incest, Sam knows best, fuck your bleeding soul “Frisk me now!” Liberty, on her knees, hands behind her head Lean back, Sam’s attack, love it ‘til your dead Helping hand runs up your ivory thigh Prod you there until with shame you die Statuesque, such a pest, forsake sons who’ve bled “Frisk me now!” So many times you’ve seen this When you need a cunning linguist, But his doublespeak just drives you mad Then He’ll send you on vacation From his verbal masturbation You lie there knowing you’ve been had Strap it on -- rev up his Steely Dan Drive it home any way that you can So when ignorance it is bliss You’ll be the cunning linguist Doublespeak’s all you have “Frisk me now!”