When he walked into the room
There was voodoo in the vibes
We were captured by his lies
Til they came as no surprise
Now we stand here helplessly
Hoping he'll just let us be
Drum the SOTU into you
You can't think of nothing else
Drum the SOTU into you
No, you can't think of nothing else
SOTU in you
SOTU in you
SOTU in you!
(Thank you Atlanta Rhythm Section and creative interpretation of Southern Rock.)