All the shakers and the movers
  They are queuing up to climb
  The clean white steps to the furher
  Of our disinfected times
  
  He's a Christian and a groover,
  He's the silk out off the slides
  He is little empire hoover
  Of those willing little minds
  And look their lips are mimicking his sales-pitch style
  That's a grimace not a smile
  
  So the road to hope is open
  We can all be satisfied
  That the dream that's lying broken
  Can now just be denied
  There's a spirit in the country
  There's a face to fit that pride
  And the mandarins aren't moping
  They are grinning at his side
  Yeah, look their lips are mimicking that home spun style
  That's a grimace not a smile
  
  Wish I could place this
  Bittersweet taste I get each time
  Those grinning faces
  Reveal a trace of what's hiding behind
  Those masks of mediocrity they've been wearing all the while
  Is a grimace not a smile