D.C.

And everywhere I go
I see another bum on the street
Selling me fake Oakleys and hotdogs
I can barely see the white house
Through the fog
And here in Washington
Where my forefathers made their names
I've never seen so many things to see
But the world is such a harsh reality

One, one
One, one, one, one

Rode on a plane for three hours just to get here
What a happy day
I fell asleep on the window for a while
Drooled onto the plane
Got all my bags at the airport where I landed
Reagan was its name
Now my adventure is ready to begin
But my rear is still asleep

And everywhere I go
I see another bum on the street
Selling me fake Oakleys and hotdogs
I can barely see the white house
Through the fog
And here in Washington
Where my forefathers made their names
I've never seen so many things to see
But the world is such a harsh reality

I ride a bus to the statues that I look at
They are all so big
I saw the President's limo at the White House
Bigger on TV
I watch the girls 'cause they look pretty good here
But they don't look at me
Dinner is fine and the lunch is alright
But the breakfast is so lame

And every time I see
Another giant monument
I think of all the ones who've gone before
I'm alive and I can ask for nothin more
Cause here in Washington
Where ruthless politicians rule
I can still see all the wonders of Your hand
Even though the homeless peoples' garbage cans

And everywhere I go
I see another bum on the street
Selling me fake Oakleys and hotdogs
I can barely see the white house
Through the fog
And here in Washington
Where ruthless politicians rule
I can still see all the wonders of Your hand
Even though the homeless peoples' garbage cans

And everywhere I go
I see another bum on the street
Selling me fake Oakleys and hotdogs
I can barely see the white house
Through the fog

One, six
Five, three, two, seven