So, you sailed off to beat up the land
But you forgot your namesake back in the sand
Run, do NOT walk up the hill of San Juan
Now capture it quick cuz the Injuns are gone
It must've been rough
It must've been rough riding
Rough riding up
With nothing to ride on
Now did you think they were playing
With that old battleship?
They said they didn't do it; they're lying
They speak in tongues we can't comprehend
Mr. pulitzer please make the nation get on its knees
Oh, great T.R. make us beg for you to put a savage's head on a peg
Now i've just read the headlines
Too bad my coffee is weak
Cuz batboy's getting married
War is scary
And i'll be damned if it don't make me too mad to even speak
It must've been rough