Jimmy Carter - Electric Six

Like Jimmy Carter, like electric underwear

Like any idea that never had a chance to go anywhere

This is who you are, a paid celebrity

Who drives off a bridge in a car

Your beautiful body filling up with water

Like Harry Truman dropping bombs out of the air

Like any self-respecting multi-billionaire

This is who you are, five dancing teenage boys

Who sing their way into our hearts

Backstreet’s back, alright

And there’s a toxic cloud hanging over

And there’s white noise on the screen

And there’s a man in a hotel room

Assaulting a maid who just came to clean up the mess

Backstreet’s back, alright

Like Ronald Reagan falling asleep forever more

Dreaming of horses and dreaming of nuclear war

This is where we are tonight

Everybody under surveillance from a satellite

You can be the first one on your block to die

And there’s a plague of locusts upon us

And there’s a nightmare in the swarm

And there’s a lion out in the desert

Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born again

Backstreet’s back, alright

Alright