ta ma na a la a
i never saw eye more pretty than yours

ta ma a la a tra
my love for you is eternal

ta ma na treeo la
i will never break my marriage vow

to na la o la sa
you were always my king

tassa la ta na sa ma la
my heart cries to the stars

ta ma na la ian
it was always ian

You grab the fishing pole
I'll get a stack of dollar bills
And a red, white and blue bucket.
That should be bait good enough
To snare a few senators.

We'll fry 'em up easy,
God knows they're slippery enough,
We'll season each side carefully with the bitter dreams of the people.
And when they're nice and crispy,
We'll place them on white china.
They'll understand the irony.