Big things in the wind:
Big dirty things in the wind.
All across America is that OUR underwear
Flapping on the clotheslines are those our mangy sheets
WELL I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHOSE THEY ARE
Gleaming like Abraham Lincoln's spectacles
Are those my false teeth
Is that Thomas Jefferson's flying heartache
Do those moth-eaten buffalo belong to me
WELL I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHOSE THEY ARE
Rolling around above me like a baseball
Is that my Babe Ruth, is that MY president
Eavesdropping on the other team's plays,
Is that my scandal with the sincere hair and the baby blue eyes,
Is that my True Confessions, my tape recorder, my home-made bomb,
WELL I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHOSE THEY ARE
If I'm Committing the sin of pride please stop me,
I MEAN I'M A RESPONSIBLE CITIZEN
Every four years I vote but I can't help it,
Who can predict what will happen
In the Twilight Zone all I know is the commercials,
But if those aren't my Congressmen or my Senators
If those aren't my brown babies
If those aren't my Jews
Expelled again, from the new Eden
Getting into the same old cattlecars, and wailing
like tattered black birds across the heavens
WELL I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHOSE THEY ARE