Folk's not dead, oh no!

[BootyBay]

Verse:

What ever happened
To Davey Crocket's coon skin cap?
To all you Injuns with law degrees
We want all of our trophies back
Good work on those casinos
And getting ahead and all that crap
Sorry bout those broken treaties
But you better pick up the slack!

chorus:
I don't know the answers
I just sing the songs
I'm sure it doesn't matter
As long as we all get a long
Why did we ever
Sing this poorly written song?
I'm sure it doesn't matter
Just cos we always get a long

Is there enough beer on the wall
For happy hour at 5 p.m.?
Will we still be able to guzzle suds
O'er and O'er again?
Is the jukebox in the corner
Running on quarters or is it my friend?
We're all gonna be hung-over tomorrow
But we've still got Aspirin!

chorus

We got nuclear warheads
And conventional weapons,too
We've got better fightin' men
You Muslim punks are gonna be screwed!
When we mow down innocent children
It's because we want freedom just like you
I'm sorry war is ugly
But that doesn't mean your country isn't, too!

chorus

I don't know what overtook me
Is it love for my land?
Am I really sure
I want to blow up Pakistan?
Nevermind the bullshit
Or my problem with Is-lam
This is war, you silly folks
So we'll sing it all over again!

chorus

Tune: E (4 bars) B7 (4) E (4) A (2) E (1) B7 (1)
I'm sure you've heard the tune before but I don't know what it's called.

[BootyBay]

EDIT (last edit, I promise!):  This is supposed to be a critique of American life.  Blaming minorities for deteriorating culture, addictions becoming the only possible method of coping, military power somehow voiding moral accountability and an inner-reflection which is basically saying, "This is war, it's the same thing as it's always been and there's nothing we can do to change it."  I'll be clearer in the future!

What ever happened
To Davey Crocket's coon skin cap?
To all you Injuns with law degrees
We want all of our trophies back
Good work on those casinos
Getting ahead and all that crap
Sorry bout those broken treaties
But you better pick up the slack!

chorus:
I don't have the answers
I just sing the songs
Don't come a-runnin' home
When all your money's gone
Why did we ever sell ourselves
When we sold this song?
I guess nothing matters, though
As long as we get along

Is there enough beer on the wall?
Happy hour's at 5 p.m.
Will we still be able to guzzle drugs
O'er and O'er again?
The video poker and slot machines
Are my brand-new very best friends!
We're all gonna be hung-over tomorrow
But we've still got Aspirin!

chorus

We got nuclear warheads
And conventional weapons,too
We've got better fightin' men
You Muslim punks ir'gonna be screwed!
When we mow down innocent children
It's because we want freedom just like you
I'm sorry war is ugly
But your sand-filled country is, too!

chorus

I don't know what took me
Is it love for my homeland?
Am I really sure I really want
To blow up Pakistan?
Nevermind the bullshit
Or my problem with Is-lam
This is war, you silly folks
So let's just sing it once again!

chorus