I Think You Know What I Mean

He was a cowboy in an Indian bar

Not a real cowboy, but I think you know what I mean

She wasn't no movie star, but then again

She wasn't exactly green

He said "like it hot?"

She said "I like it on fire"

He said "ready or not"

She said "I'm ready, baby

Come on, I'm ready, baby, make me out a liar"

And the walls exploded into a white smoke-screen

Well, not exactly, but I think you know what I mean

She was a country girl, never been no where

Straight from the woods, I think you know what I mean

Told her sister she was out of there

Next stop Hollywood, barely seventeen

And a voice said "Need a job?"

She cried "desperately"

It whispered "bow your head"

She said "oh Lord,

I never thought that this could happen to me"

And her spirit kind of floated away in a muddy slip stream

Well, not exactly, but, I think you know what I mean

He was a movie star turned president, not like Eisenhower or DeNiro

But, I think you know what I mean

Tried to convince us he was heaven sent

With that carny smile and a missile in his sleeve

He says "feed the poor" yeah, feed "em to the lions

We're screaming "even up the score"

He's screaming back, now, "we're number one, and we ain't even trying

And, now, ain't you proud to be part of the American dream?"

Well, not exactly, I think you know what I mean

I think you know what I mean

I think you know what I mean