You waltzed into the country
Like you were buying a brand new yacht
Your face strategically toxed, your rigid smile
Your tie, it was apricot
You had both eyes in the Hall of Mirrors as
You hoped for suave entree
All the envoys knew that they’d get our money
They’d get our money, and
You’re so vain
You probably think this country loves you
You’re so vain,
I’ll bet you think this country loves you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Well, I voted for you several years ago
And I am still quite naive
You said that you’d make such an awesome prez
Now you’re just Sec of Sleaze
You’ve sold off everything we loved
And one of them was Peace
I had a dream, there’s Jihad in our future
Jihad in our future, and
You’re so vain
You probably think this country loves you
You’re so vain,
I’ll bet you think this country loves you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Well I hear you went up to Paris, France
And the strong horse, naturally, won
Then you flew your Boeing into Tehran
To enjoy the total eclipse of fun
Well, you’re a dunce as you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re with some holy war spook
Plotting the coup of a country,
Coup of a country, and
You’re so vain
You probably think this country loves you
You’re so vain,
I’ll bet you think this country loves you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
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