Guv'ment

Well, you dad-gum government, you sorry so 'n' so's

You got your damn hands in every pocket of my clothes

Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government

Whoa don't you know, whoa don't you love 'em sometimes?

You dad-gum government, you better pay attention

You're sittin' up there like a fool's convention

Well you dad-gum, dit, dit, dad-gum government

Whoa don't you know, whoa don't you love 'em sometimes?

Well you soul sellin' no-good sons of a dead pant-shoe-fittin' fire starters! I oughta tear your no good, god dang perambulatory bone frame and nail it to your government walls! All of ya, ya bastards!

Dad-gum!

Government, you sorry rackafratchits

You got yourself an itch and you want me to scratch it

Well you dad-gum, yeah you dad-gum

You dad-gum

You dad-gum government, you sorry sons of bitches

You got your damn hands in every pocket of my britches

Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government, woo!

Whoa don't you know, whoa don't you love 'em sometimes?

Whoa whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa ah

Government