Rock You Monkeys (Therapy?)

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