Hail to the chief, baby
I still believe, maybe
Dreams aren't made of what they used to be
I'm still alive, baby
Hope I'm still cool, maybe, and
Hope that they can't take that from you

Dreamers find a way to make it though
But why aren't dreamers much like me or you
Dreamers don't find them
They go find you
We are all just robots plugged in too

What's going on, baby
I have the song baby
Oh she bangs, she bangs
And you can make it, too

Dreamers find a way to make it though
But why aren't dreamers much like me or you
Dreamers don't find them
They go find you
We are all just robots plugged in too

On and on we sing that same old song
So mom and dad can sing and clap along
What's wrong…