A fistful of dollars, a nuclear warhead
  A few dollars more, arms galore
  A fistful of dollars gotta win the arms race
  They'd kill us all for a few dollars
  A cracked old actor runs the country
  Reading scripts from old'B'movies
  Finger on the button, head in the clouds
  Still doing anything to please the crowds
  Biggest is best the American way
  Living and lie from day to day
  A flash car only boosts the ego
  Fuel economy out the window
  History and heritage, they haven't got
  Though that doesn't mean a lot
  They pride themselves on their wild west past
  Would be cowboys to the last.