| Sixteen military wives | 
| Thirty-two softly focused brightly colored eyes | 
| Staring at the natural tan | 
| Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands | 
| Seventeen company men | 
| Out of which only twelve will make it back again | 
| Sergeant sent a letter to five | 
| Military wives whose tears drip down from ten little eyes | 
| Cheer them on to their rivals | 
| Cause America can, and America can’t say no | 
| And America does, if America says it’s so | 
| It’s so | 
| And the anchorperson on TV goes… | 
| La de da de da | 
| Fifteen celebrity minds | 
| Living their fifteen sordid wretched checkered lives | 
| Will they find the solution in time | 
| Using their fifteen pristine moderate liberal minds? | 
| Eighteen academy chairs | 
| Out of which only seven really even care | 
| Doling out a garland to five | 
| Celebrity minds, they’re humbly taken by surprise | 
| Cheer them on to their rivals | 
| Cause America can, and America can’t say no | 
| And America does, if America says it’s so | 
| It’s so | 
| And the anchorperson on TV goes… | 
| La de da de da de-dadedade-da | 
| La de da de da de-dadedade-da | 
| Fourteen cannibal kings | 
| Wondering blithely what the dinner bell will bring | 
| Fifteen celebrity minds | 
| Served on a leafy bed of sixteen military wives | 
| Cheer them on to their rivals | 
| Cause America can, and America can’t say no | 
| And America does, if America says it’s so | 
| It’s so | 
| And the anchorperson on TV goes… | 
| La de da de da de-dadedade-da | 
| La de da de da de-dadedade-da |