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Rockin', rollin', splishin', splashin' over the horizon, what can it be?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, do it to me one time

The pilgrims sailed the sea
To find a place to call their own so free
In their little to ship, the Mayflower
They hope to find a better home to be
The finally knocked on Plymouth Rock
And someone said we're there
It may not look like home
But at this point, I don't care
Oh, they were missing mother England
They swore their loyalty until the very end
Anything you say king, it's okay king
You know it's kinda scary on your own
We've got to all just get together
Talk to call each other on the telephones
I want no more king, no more king
No more king, no more king
You taxed our property, you didn't give us any choice
And meanwhile, back in England, you didn't give them any voice
That's what I call taxation without representation
And that's not fair (it's wrong, it's wrong)

It's a long list of mistakes you made King
And let's start with the worst
You had the nerve to tax our cup of tea
To put it kindly, King, what? Did you expect me to agree?
Gonna show you why we dumped it in the ocean
Made the biggest harbor of tea you'll ever see
No more King
We gonna run our things our own way, gonna run our things our own way
Gonna run it into the ground
Run our things our own way, gonna run our things our own way
Gonna run our things our own way, gonna run it to the ground
Gonna run it to the ground