Like Jimmy Carter like, electric underwear Like any idea that never had a chance of going anywhere This is who you are A celebrity who drives off a bridge in a car Your beautiful body filling up with water
Like Harry Truman dropping bombs out of the air Like any self-respecting multi-billionaire This is who you are Five dancing teenage boys who sing their way into our hearts Backstreets back alright
And there's a toxic cloud hanging over her And there's white noise on the screen And there's a man in a hotel room assaulting the maid who just came to clean Up the mess Backstreets back alright
Like Ronald Reagan falling asleep for ever more Dreaming of horses and dreaming of nuclear war This is where we are tonight Everybody under surveilance from a satellite You can be the first one on your block to die
And there's a plague of locusts upon us And there's a nightmare in the swarm And there's a lion out in the desert slouching towards Bethlehem to be born..again Backstreets back alright.....alright.