Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song President Leary, artist - Denis Leary. Album song Lock 'N Load, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A&M
Song language: English
President Leary |
So, now you know why I can’t be the president of the United States because… |
I would snap like this eighteen times a day. |
Right from the first get-go in |
the morning. |
«Mr. |
President…» «WHAT?! |
Get Air Force One, I wanna blow some |
shit up. |
And get Harrison Ford, put him on the plane. |
I’m gonna beat him up, |
I’m pissed off at him.» |
When I’m president, boy things are gonna change. |
Oh yeah. |
Oh yeah, things are gonna change when I’m the president of the United |
States. |
Yep. |
My domestic policy? |
Fuck you. |
My foreign policy? |
FUUUUCK YOU! |
I’ll tell you somethin' else: when I’m president of the United States, |
all you assholes who ride bikes in the city, LOCK AND LOAD, okay? |
You’re goin' down. |
Yeah, what the FUCK are you people thinkin' about, huh? |
You wanna ride a bike in the city, move to China. |
Go ahead. |
Eat some rice for |
the rest of your life. |
Are you fucking insane ridin' a bike around in the |
middle of Manhattan traffic, huh? |
There’s no speed limit in New York, |
have you noticed that? |
Have you ever seen a speed limit sign in Manhattan? |
No, they don’t exist! |
Red lights here mean «Stop if you want to. |
«Last guy who got speeding ticket in Manhattan was the guy who crashed his |
plane into the Empire State Building back in 1937; |
wake the fuck up and smell |
the maple nut crunch! |
They drive me fucking NUTS! |
Have you ever had that experience, where you’re |
getting out of the cab, you open the door, and a bike guy smashes into the car |
door? |
And then he gets an attitude? |
«Hey man, that’s my space!» |
«No it isn’t, |
that’s the space for the fucking door to open, asshole!» |
They got their little |
spandex pants on, their little gloves, and they’re ridin' around. |
«I have the right to ride my bike right in the middle of traffic. |
I have my little whistle, TWEET TWEET…» «I have a horn, HONK HONK, |
you’re dead!» |
And you roller bladin' assholes, lock and load. |
Lock and load. |
With your pink spandex, and your headphones on, dancing, doing the hustle in |
the middle of traffic… Make up your mind, dance or drive, okay asshole? |
Just make up a decision. |
Fuck… I don’t get it, you know? |
Why don’t you just |
put on clown pants and ride a unicycle down Fifth Avenue-- «Hey, look at me! |
«Parasail down Broadway, «Look at me! |
I have the right to do this! |
««No you don’t! |
SNIP, SNIP! |
Happy now?» |
Have you seen the cops who have to ride the bikes? |
Oh, aren’t they the saddest |
lookin' motherfuckers? |
Oh, man. |
Oh, there’s not one happy one in the whole city. |
They’re totally bummed out. |
You know they come from families full of cops, |
right? |
Their dad was a cop, their grandfather was a cop, they dreamed of being |
a cop their whole life. |
They go through the academy, they wait until graduation |
day to get all that stuff, graduation day comes, «Hey, here’s badge, a bike, |
and a pair of shorts, now stop crime, go ahead. |
You want more stuff, |
here’s some white socks and flip-flops, go ahead. |
Stop crying. |
You want a |
siren, make one with your mouth, go ahead.» |
«Ooh, man, this sucks. |
Ooh… |
I’m not stoppin' any crimes. |
I don’t care if someone gets killed right in |
front of me, I’m not stoppin' 'em. |
I’m just gonna ride my bike for eight hours, |
then go home. |
I’m not gonna meet any chicks this way… Oh…» I’m waitin' to |
get stopped by one of those guys in my truck, cause I’m not stopping. |
Pulls up next to me, «Pull over.» |
Errrr! |
«You're not a cop, you’re a bike |
asshole! |
(CRASH) Fucking Leary, I hate you…» |
«Bike asshole»… I’m a bike cop. |
That makes me laugh |
Another thing when I’m president, by the way: you wanna join the military, |
any branch, Army, Air Force, Marines, Navy, once you join you can fuck |
who-EVER you want. |
Other soldiers, superior officers, I don’t give a flying |
fuck! |
Fuck your brains out! |
Go ahead! |
You have my permission. |
As long as you |
wanna kill the enemy, you can have sex with anything you want. |
«I like to fuck other guys.» |
«Here's another guy and a gun, go, go! |
««I like to fuck sheep.» |
«Here's a sheep and a humvee, go!» |
«I like to fuck |
watermelons.» |
«Here's a watermelon and a gun, go, go, go!» |
Fuck 'em, kill 'em, |
and eat 'em boys, go ahead! |
«A-ha! |
That’s fucking-- (tape rewinds) Cause I’m not missing much if the MTV |
awards show’s any invitation.» |
«Meaning?» |