Fifteen men taken captive in a hostile, foreign land

Scorchin' sun beaming down onto miles and miles of sand

A Mideast country being ruled by a man who thinks it's fun

To hold our people in return for a Shah that's on the run I think it's funny

Freedom takes money It's a heartache and it's hard luck

Well, that's tough ***, man, it's no fun

Storm the Iranian embassy

Before they start shooting down you and me Scores of suits in control of the diplomatic-ness

While the nations of the world look on and can't care less

The Soviet Union won't agree to an economic plan

And then they laugh and march their troops into Afghanistan Orders from Moscow

Invade Tehran now It's a heartache and it's hard luck

Well, that's tough ***, man, it's no fun

Storm the Iranian embassy

Before they start shooting at you and me, hey A nation worries and reads the papers

Hoping that no one has died

Hearing rumors that the hostages

Will soon be tried as spies Demonstrations on the street

Saying that the end is near

The man from the New York Times on vacation

Wants to know what's happened here Aggressive acts now

We want the best now

Fifteen moms crying

Is my son dying? It's a heartache and it's hard luck

Well, that's tough ***, man, it's no fun

Storm the Iranian embassy

Before they start shooting at you and me