Sigh... don't mind if I do! (Album Version, Obviously)

Wish I was Sam Giancana

Wish I was Julius Caesar

The world wouldn't deny me my god given birthright

And the trials of life would become easier

A thousand bottles of your best Boujalais

Sitting in the sun all day

And I don't mind if I do!

Now listen here Mr. Hand-me-Down

And all those who truly believe

That the world is made for all the golf carts and tennis courts

That one man could possibly need

They say if you love something then give it away

But I guess it's just a matter of taste

And I don't mind if I do!

And the peaced punk says

Please be honest baby

That the needs of the few

Outweigh the needs of the many

Or the chosen few

Who say so to so many...

"What's a tyrant to do

What's a tyrant to do...

What's a tyrant to do with a chosen few?"

But give another barrel a day

To those with ten thousand dollar plates...

They say if you love something, don't let it go to waste

And I don't mind if I do!

And we who die in love with cause over all apprehension

Die of a disease too terrifying to mention

And if the members of the press could ask their final questions

The management at this restaurant...

Would like to teach you a lesson