I want the high life

I want bananas

I want a brother and sister in Havana

I wanna get laid by the C.I.A.

I'm on my way to the U.S.A.

I want a green card

I want freedom

Take me to your leader 'cos I wanna meet him

My people are cold

My country is old

But my drugs are cool

And the prices are good so

Rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Now get your things and go

Away

I want cocaine by the barrel

I trade it for oil and top camel

Life's a gas

Life's a bitch

Fucked in the ass by a pinko snitch

So rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Now get your things and go

Rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Now get your things and go

Now I'm the president

And I like it

A fully fledged bible black-belt tyrant

The F.B.I. the C.I.A.

Oh, fuck me, fuck me U.S.A.

Rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Now get your things and go

Rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Rock you monkeys

Now get your things and go

Now get your things and go

Now get your things and go

Now get your things and go