LYRIC
MR. CARTER- Miami Boys Choir- Composed By Yerachmiel Begun- Miami Meets Toronto
VERSE 1:
We all thought that you would be a great president,
That’s what our votes in November meant (That’s what they meant)
We had so many hopes that you would see our plight,
Was it the oil that spoiled your sight?
CHORUS:
Mr. Carter,
Wadda you want, from meeeee?
You’re a farmer, ooooh, you have your land,
That’s what we want, can’t you see.
VERSE 2:
Every time we get together, West Bank is a factor,
Vus veist a goy vus schlepped a tractor,
It wouldn’t be the same if it’s your son Chip,
Helping soldiers watch the Gaza Strip.
CHORUS:
Mr. Carter,
Wadda you want, from meeeee?
You’re a farmer, ooooh, you have your land,
That’s what we want, can’t you see.
VERSE 3:
You came fresh from Sunday school, a Bible in your belt,
Smiled and schnorred a bissel gelt,
In return, we asked for peanuts, you answered so very well,
You keep the nuts; the Arabs get the shells.
CHORUS:
Mr. Carter,
Wadda you want, from meeeee?
You’re a farmer, ooooh, you have your land,
That’s what we want, can’t you see.
VERSE 4:
You campaigned for president, you always came to dinner,
Tell me, who expected such a vinner?
Better find another house for you and your first lady,
You’re moving out in 1980!
CHORUS:
Mr. Carter,
Wadda you want, from meeeeeeeee?
You’re a farmer, ooooh, you have your land,
That’s what we want, can’t you see.
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Am Yisrael Chai!