Lyrics:

Propped up at the pulpit
A speech to please the poles
With Coca-Cola trickling down my throat
Well, would you save all of your bottles
If I promised a refund?
Its going to come, I swear
I swear, I swear, I swear that it is
If you’ve got a special interest
There is influence I could sell
Just like water takes the shape of where it is held
I’m overflowing with ambition but I got to keep in mind
The bottom line is the dollar signs and big bright lights
Inequality franchised, the next location is mine
We’re going to lower costs
It’s a work of art, our giant golden arch
I’m going to start a factory the size of a country
I’m going to teach them all to work for liberty
Oh, but I’m not one for handouts
No they got to pay their dues
They can make our shoes and then we’ll walk on you
Always on the move
We heard that business will boom
If some people are removed
I know there’s all body types
But we have just one size
I don’t care if its right
It’s the dollar signs and the big bright lights
Inequality franchised, every location is mine
You just do your part, form a line
Let's march under the golden arch
March, march, march, march