Lyrics

Oh, my name is Henry Kissinger and I take Jill St. John I never have to tesitfy before those chilly chirls Those chilly chirls like Billy [?] Oh, my name is Henry Kissinger and I want your respect But more than that, I want to make Nixon genuflect I am the ninth letter of the alphabet I am all the buttons on my suit I sat up in Cambridge while they burnt Vietnam down I sat up in Cambridge while they burnt down Vietnam Never again will I take any guff from [?] [?] I am the Henry Kissinger marching band across thе land Will everyone stand? Applе Kissinger, Cherry Kissinger, Peach [?] Kissinger It gives me great pleasure to talk about bombing To sit up in my office in the basement of the White House And write my bloody options Plan A: bomb Laos Plan B: bomb Cambodia Plan C: lie about Pakistan Oh, my name is Henry Kissinger and I am Nixon's man I am very witty too, and witty, too, am I Hahahaha, Laos Hohohohoho, Cambodia Hahahahaha, Pakistan Hahahahaha, napalm Hohohoho, orphans Hohohoho, opium smuggling by punks in Vietnam Hahahahaha, Nixon, four more years, hahahaha Oh, my name is Henry Kissinger and I am very hip I am that I am, and what I am is [?] [?] would fear you punks [?]