She has gold
And she has arms
She has factories and farms
She underground alarms
Down by the river

And she has planes
And she has ships
She has ministers with whips
And she has hands
She has lips
So what can i give her?

Will she be seeking her arrival
As she plans her next revival?

Oh hey hey hey

And she has wealth
And she has fame
And it's always been the same
At the mention of her name
She gets action

And she has curls
She has waves
She hangers on and slaves
And they're written on her grave
Star atraction!

It's a case of sole survival
'til she finds her next revival

Oh hey hey hey

We have hopes
We have dreams
We have places in between
Where we wonder if we've seen
True salvation

And we have doubts
We have fears
We cry wolf
And we cry tears

We have space between our ears
For occupation

May it bring your strength arrival
You may be the next revival

Oh hey hey hey