Lyrics

When I was just a boy, I met a strange man.
He kissed me on the cheek, he shook my mom’s hand.
I asked her all about it, “who was that smiling guy?”
She said, “he’s just a leech, dressed up in tie.”

Now that I have grown up to be a man.
I follow all the news, read everything at hand.
Getting all my parties straight there’s going to be a fight.
I’m going home to Mom’s for dinner Sunday night.

Sister leans left.
Brother falls right.
Mama’s in the middle. She knows how to fight.
Papa’s drinkin’ beer, says we’re too uptight.
Politics and Family, we’re staying up all night.

Every single week it’s always the same.
We get a little crazy, a little bit insane.
Shouting out our point of views, we never eat dessert.
And Grandma’s baked it special, and she’s just a little hurt.

Sister leans left.
Brother falls right.
Mama’s in the middle. She knows how to fight.
Papa’s drinkin’ beer, says we’re too uptight.
Politics and Family, we’re staying up all night.

Communism
Capitalism
Socialism
Fascism
Anarchism
Conservatism
Separatism
Federalism
Liberalism
Radicalism
Cannibalism
Star Trekism
Ahh… too many isms!

 
Sister leans left.
Brother falls right.
Mama’s in the middle. She knows how to fight.
Papa’s drinkin’ beer, says we’re too uptight.
Politics and Family, we’re staying up all night.

Politics and Family
Politics and Family
Politics and Family
Politics and Family, we ain’t going to bed tonight!