You tell 'em, Woody:
Let's have Christ for president.
Let us have him for our king.
Cast your vote for the carpenter
That you call the nazarene.
The only way we can ever beat
These crooked politician men
Is to run the money changers out of the temple
And put the carpenter in
Every year we waste enough
To feed the ones who starve
We build our civilization up
And we shoot it down with wars
But with the carpenter on the seat
Away up in the capital town
The USA be on the way prosperity bound!
