I used to watch "Highway Patrol". Whittlin' with my knife. But the thought never struck me. I'd be black and white for life. I was raised on law and order. I a community of strife. Became a restless boarder. And I never took a wife. I went lookin' for Khaddafi. Aboard Air Force One. But I never did find him. And the C. I. A. said Son. You'll never be a hero. Your flyin' days are done. It's time for you to go home now. Stop sniffin' that smokin' gun. I was travellin' with my family. In the Mideast late one night. In the hotel all was quiet. The kids were out like little lights. Then the street was filled with jeeps. There was an explosion to the right. They chanted "Death to America". I was feelin' like a fight. So I ran downstairs. And out into the street. Someone kicked me in the belly. Someone else kissed my feet. I was Rambo in the disco. I was shootin' to the beat. When they burned me in effigy. My vacation was complete