LYRICS
Maybe by disguising the words I’m saying
They’ll be digesting as word playing:
In some far off distant land
They are praying
For a President
Gone mad
In some far out distant time
They can’t understand
Why so bad?
Maybe it was long, long ago
Does anybody (anyone) know?
World’s gone mime
The president of President dent
Head banging
Boom-a-ranging
Turned down
Frown
Sad
May I lend
“The End”
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Protest Folk Rock
Chords: Em C / Em C D G / G F# Em
Recording: 1-track digital stereo
Vocals, Guitar