He was a cowboy in an Indian bar Not a real cowboy - but I think you know what I mean She wasn't no movie star, but then again She wasn't exactly green
He said “like it hot?” She said “I like it on fire” He said “ready or not” She said “I'm ready, baby Come on, I'm ready, baby, make me out a liar” And the walls exploded into a white smoke-screen Well, not exactly - but I think you know what I mean
She was a country girl - never been no where Straight from the woods - I think you know what I mean Told her sister she was out of there Next stop Hollywood - barely seventeen
And a voice said “Need a job?” She cried “desperately” It whispered “bow your head” She said “oh Lord, I never thought that this could happen to me” And her spirit kind of floated away in a muddy slip stream Well, not exactly - but, I think you know what I mean
He was a movie star turned president, not like Eisenhower or DeNiro But, I think you know what I mean Tried to convince us he was heaven sent With that carny smile and a missile in his sleeve
He says “feed the poor” yeah, feed ‘em to the lions We're screaming “even up the score” He's screaming back, now, “we're number one, and we ain't even trying And, now, ain't you proud to be part of the American dream?” Well, not exactly - I think you know what I mean I think you know what I mean I think you know what I mean