Lyrics
Sitting in his chair, a classic piece of art
With silver hair and another man's heart
He's not the giant who whipped and blasted
My sisters, my brothers, and me
The baby's piss and vinegar from years back
Were buried at sea
But do not throw the box that you're soaking in away
If you try to take his Pine-Sol and make him take his pills, he'll say
"I am not done yet, with a shake of my fist
And a twist, I complain about the government
My remote control is my pistol, my horse is my easy chair
I am the Mighty O Man"
His rack of slacks are now two pairs of sweatpants
His Frank Sinatra has become a George Burns
But what he is defies my pinning
Of flags, his palms, and his skin
A state of Gucci, Marlon Brando
King Kong, American man
A claimant, Captain Bligh, a great game
After Christian, here to stay
If you try to take his lawnmower and make him go to sleep, he'll say
"I am not done yet, with a shake of my fist
And a twist, I complain about the government
My remote control is my pistol, my horse is my easy chair
I am the Mighty O Man"
I am not done yet, with a shake of my fist
And a twist, I complain about the government
I will not be moved if you bring me my food
I'll take care of myself, I'm the Mighty O"
I am not done yet, with a shake of my fist
And a twist, I complain about the government
My remote control is my pistol, my horse is my easy chair
I am the Mighty O Man
Here we go, daddy