Roped up at the pulpit

A speech to please the proles

With coca-cola trickling down my throat

Well would you save all of your bottles

If I promised a refund

Yeah, it's gonna come

I swear I swear I swear I swear that it is

You've got a special interest

Influence I could sell

Like water takes the shape of where it's held

I'm overflowing with ambition

But I got to keep in mind

The bottom line

Is the dollar signs

And the big bright lights

Inequality franchised

The next location's mine

We're gonna lower costs

It's a work of art

Our giant golden arch

I'm gonna start a factory

The size of the country

I'm gonna teach them all to work for liberty

Oh, but I'm not one for handouts

No they got to pay their dues

They can make our shoes

Then we'll walk on you

Always on the move

We heard that business will boom

If some people are removed

I know there's all body types

But we've just one size

I don't care if it's tight

It's the dollar signs

And the big bright lights

Inequality franchised

Every location is mine

You just do your part

Form a line lets march

Under the golden arch

March march march march