E A D A (x2)
There’s a fat man in Washington who sits at a great oak desk
He’s cleaning out his old corn pipe with an American Flag cocktail napkin.
When the cameras are on, he shouts about the decline of family values.
He says it’s the fault of welfare moms and deadbeat dads.
(x4)
CHORUS	I don’t believe that, do you? (x2 or x3)

There’s a farmer in Oklahoma who’s had his corn crop washed away.
He thinks it’s the fault of CIA controlled weather balloons.
His wife is in the kitchen wishing she was somewhere else.
She thinks about a young Timmy McVeigh, he was always such a fine young man.

CHORUS

	There’s only so much more that I can take.
	The papers and the TV, all those talkshows.
	Kind of makes you think that the next president will star in his own sitcom

Somewhere a kid admires the watch he stole off some cracker’s wrist.
It’s got those funny symbols that his teacher used to write on the chaulkboard.
He hides behind a central park tree and stares at his mom’s apartment.
His old man’s doing time, but the kid will never end up like that.

CHORUS

There's a fat man in Washington, who swipes the sweat from his head
Looks over his shoulder as the last file goes into the shredder
How much longer he can cover, he doesn't rightly know
But if he's late for dinner, there will be hell to pay.
# copyright Joe Johnston