Words by Biafra and John Greenway * Music by Biafra



I am Governor Jerry Brown

My aura smiles

And never frowns

Soon I will be president ...

Carter power will soon go away

I will be Fhrer one day

I will command all of you

Your kids will meditate in school

California šber Alles

šber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you

100% natural

You will jog for the master race

And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here

Big Bro' on white horse is near

The hippies won't come back you say

Mellow out or you will pay

California šber Alles

šber Alles California

Now it is 1984

Knock knock at your front door

It's the suede/denim secret police

They have come for your uncool neice

Come quietly to the camp

You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp

Don't you worry, it's only a shower

For your clothes here's a pretty flower...

DIE on organic poison gas

Serpent's egg's already hatched

You will creak, you little clown

When you mess with President Brown

California šber Alles

šber Alles California