Lyrics:

My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing

I wear a ten-gallon hat
And I carry a baseball bat
I sing about (my country 'tis of thee)
Down on the corner of 6th and Main Street

Stick all the communists in one neighborhood
Terrorize their children and we'll feel real good
Sing about (my country 'tis of thee)
Down on the corner of 6th and Main Street
(Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing)

I belong to the KKK and the NAACP
I'm a Berkeley student in the John Birch Society
A missile erector, propaganda collector
A women's elector, Castro defector
A medical dissector, state's rights protector
Professional soldier, conscientious objector
Hell's Angel member of the Black Panther Party
Communist member since early 1940s
A digger, a hippie, an ass, a head and a saint
Daughter of the revolution, a minuteman in war paint
Divided we stand, multiplied we fall
Overpopulation is my call
I'm Black and I'm white, and I come in every color
A student, a teacher and I stoned hunger
I'm a hawk, a dove, known as a hate monger
Old as the hills, but I'm feeling a little younger
Righteously righteous, stoned justly just
Faithful in need of everyone's trust
Loyal to the Lord, just painted my garage
Notice when your family sees me coming, they begin to duck and dodge
Gourmet chef with charcoal barbecue
Transplanted heart sewed to the sole of my shoe
Might think I'm crazy, you might think that I'm insane
Never know the secret that lies hidden in my brain
I'm a hundred percent for Uncle Sam
A patriotic flag waver is what I am

My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing

I wear a ten-gallon hat
Carry in my hand a baseball bat
I'm singing about my (my country 'tis of thee)
Down on the corner of 6th and Main Street
(Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing)
Stick all the communists down in one neighborhood
Terrorize the children, we'll feel real good
(My country 'tis of thee)
Down on the corner of 6th and Main Street
(Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing)
Send all the draft card pointers back to Vietnam
If they protest over there, you know that I won't give a damn
I'm a hundred percent for Uncle Sam
A patriotic flag waver is what I am
For purple mountains majesties
Above the fruited plain
America, America, God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea