You're the one I need, you're the one I wantYou're the one I need, you're the one I wantYou're the one I need, you're the one I wantYou're the one I need, you're the one I wantHigh time we made a standAnd shook off the bees of the common manAnd the love train ride from coast to coastDJ's the man we love the mostCould you be, could you be squeaky cleanAnd snatch any hope of democracyAs the headline says you're free to chooseThere's egg on your face and mud on your shoesOne of these days they're gonna call it the bluesOne of these days they're gonna call it the bluesCould you be, could you be squeaky cleanCould you be, could you be squeaky cleanCould you be, could you be squeaky cleanSpy tears in your eyesThey look to the guys for some kind of divine interventionFood goes to wasteSo nice to eat, so nice to tastePolitician granted with your high idealsHave you no idea how the majority feels?So without love and a promised landGood food's to the roots of a government planKick out the star, bring back the jamBring back the jamI dream of heavenI dream ofI dream ofI dream of heavenI dream ofI dream ofHigh tide will never standKick out the star, bring back the jamBring back the jamBring back the jamBring back the jamBring back the jamBring back the jamBring back the jamBring back the jamBring back the jam