The Tehran Embassy Blues
Just another day down at the embassy,
I’m sick of seeing my family on the TV.
A difficult situation that’ll only get harder,
If only we got saved by President Carter.
I could use a cup of coffee,
I could use a decent bed.
I only wish we’d get outta here after disco’s dead.
“Excuse me, Mr. Terrorist,
Won’t you please let us go?”
“If it were up to me, but the movie man says no.”
The liberal’s not acting sufficiently tough,
When we all get home, I’d say that that’s enough.
A republican might act a little bit smarter,
I don’t think I’ll vote for President Carter.
I’ve had enough,
I don’t think it’s funny.
Is it so much to send the guns and money?
The peanut farmer’s not willing to pay them the fee,
But think of what Reagan would be doing for me.
I don’t care about this place’s policies,
The fact that I’m not home is a bit of an oddity.
I’d rather die old instead of America’s martyr,
Why can’t I get saved by President Carter?
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