America your garbage betrays your brave new land An institute of warfare, your children born in cans In your pleasant urban back streets your kids don't stand a chance But the CIA pulls all the strings that make Bing Crosby dance A blind musician crawling around the new frontier But they only look for idiots and call them pioneers The Yankee Doodle chorus explodes from every screen Designed to keep you happy and keep your people clean and green But now the wound has festered, the patient looks so sick So put the noose round good old Disney land and get it over quick