by Sylvan Migdal
We sing hail to the chieftan
As we sharpen our digital axes
And set our satellite sights
On the neighboring tribe
We are defending democracy
From the ignorant savages
We are nothing like them
They are warlike, so says
Mr. President
They turn on their TVs
To see the score in the Game
Smart bombs earn a 100 point bonus
Ten in a row for an extra life
To give for our country
So they can keep watching
The show must go on
We can't disappoint
Mr. President
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