Lyrics

Just last night I fantasized I was in a time machine Walking hand in hand with my sister there Along the San Clemente beach My fourth grade class took a field trip once To pay tribute to the man Did I ever tell you that I was born In the heart of Nixonland? He flew to China on Air Force One Had a meal in Chinatown Even when things were really looking up Poor Richard was always looking around Politicians maneuver, negotiate Yeah, they lie, they cheat, and they scam He cut a trail through the DMZ All the way up to Nixonland He talked about himself like he was someone else In the third person, I guess you'd say He'd say Nixon had a rough night He'd saY Nixon needs a drink He'd say Nixon loves Memorial Day He had a wife and two daughters too They were with him right up until the end Holed up like four refugees High on a cliff over Nixonland He stood at the window – looked over the crowd As the crowd shouted "Jail to the Chief!" He stood at the window with his tumbler of scotch In his slippers and his BVDs He talked to a portrait of Honest Abe Said, "Surely, Abe, you must understand The Jews are out to bring me down From way up high over Nixonland"