The Paranoid Ramblings of a Good Ol' Boy

Infamy, infamy.
They've all got it in for me.
The papers don't like me
The tv agrees.
They call me an asshole,
Me!
The bee's knees.

They don't want me reading their emails,
Why not?
Because they're involved in a terrorist plot
To make me an object of everyone's hate.
While they make arrangements to blow up the state.

You may think I'm schizoid,
Or that I smoke weed.
This terrible slander
Should not be believed.
I'll curb all their freedoms,
I'll take them away.
For I am the King
of the U S of A.