We'll deport that French chick who still stands by the bay
a holdin' that lantern and lightin' the way
for all of those peasants who came here to stay.
She's worn out her welcome, let's send her away.

We'll take down her torch and set up a big camera
that sees from the island down to Alabamera.
We'll print all our kids and scan every retina.
Without your ID our cops will be gettin' ya.

The kids who came here when they were just three
will be booted right out of the land of the free.
Your tired, your hungry, your poor we're rejectin'.
Engineers and your doctors are what we're acceptin'.

The others can come if in line they do stand
for years upon years way on down in their lands.
As bureaucrats twiddle their thumbs and take naps,
the hopleless cross deserts without any maps.

This land it is ours, you cannot come here
because xenophobia's stylish this year.
Hatred and bigotry leap from our throat,
just like when Great Grandaddy jumped off the boat.

But he worked and he slaved at all jobs he could find,
he worked in a factory and dug in a mine.
To him this great land flowed with milk and honey
though he was despised and his accent was funny.

Now his great grand children all look down their nose
at men who like him are a'trudgin' the roads
to seek a new life, just like back in the past.
Great Granddaddy would kick his dumb kids in the @$$

for doin' to these what was once done to him.
But they're tough, they can take more than one on the chin.
I hope their grand children are better than we,
and prove willing to share this great land of the free.

So I think we should light Lady Liberty's torch,
for if we do not we will feel much remorse.
Those who built this great land were the refuse of shores.
But in their sweet faces we're slammin' the doors.

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