Tick-tock, tick-tock

Said the grandfather clock.

Left-right, left-right

Swung the pendulum all night.

Blue-red, blue-red

The people ignorantly said.

When will the clock stop?

Who will rise from us to the top?

It is time for a new set of colors,

Led by God for the good of others.

To inspire the nation into an awakening

And bring us back to the Lord God our King!

Black-white, the party's cockade,

Modestly dressed, void of brocade.

Gentlemen wearing three-piece suits,

Returning to our holy roots.

The state of morality where we belong,

Or America's demise won't be long.