Mr. President Songtext
von Bram Tchaikovsky

It was the dead of night
Hear the sirens moan
They found the President
Dead on the lawn
Mister Secretary
Before his death
They were doing cocaine
They couldn′t help but laugh

Oh Mister President
What shall we do
It's a hard way to cram it in
It′s already taken you


We orderd a banquet
Sat down to eat
We had the ruler of the Western World
In the Presidents seat
The guest of honour
Was a world in chains
The serving maids wore red suits
We got sunburn in the rain

Oh Mister President
What shall we do
It's a hard way to cram it in
It's already taken you

Oh Mister President
What shall we do
It′s a hard way to come in
It′s already taken you