When we're living in the White House
We'll all have had our fill
We'll be closing down munitions plants
And Old Glory will be furled
'Cause we don't want your big machines
And a bill will be proposed
We're shutting down the oil rigs
And turning towards the sun
For all the boys and girls
'Cause we don't want your oil tankers
Shut the chip mills all down
Leave the trees there in the ground
On this little, spinning pearl
We don't want your bulldozers
We'll be closing down the jails
Distributing those stocks and bonds
Maybe a rabbit or a squirrel
'Cause we don't want your money
We'll be swimming in the rivers
Reading in the history books
If it's linear we'll bend it
If it's a straight line it'll curl
'Cause we don't want your dead-end highways
When we're living in the White House
We'll all have had our fill
We'll be closing down munitions plants
And Old Glory will be furled
'Cause we don't want your big machines