“Lay off Obama or else I will re-release Wings at the Speed of Sound.”
Macca is a man who now is a loser
Because the Beatles didn’t last
Macca left his home in Liverpool, England
And came to kiss Obama’s ass
Get back, get back
Get back to where you really belong
Get back, get back
Get back to where you really belong
Get back, Macca
Go home
Get back, get back
Back to where you really belong
Get back, get back
Back to where you really belong
Get back, Macca
Stupid Macca thinks he’s so smart
Cause he wrote some songs
Everyone knows without the other Beatles
His music really suck
Get back, get back
Get back to where you really belong
Get back, get back
Get back to where you really belong
Get back, Macca
Go home
Get back, get back
Get back to where you really belong
Get back, get back
Get back to where you really belong
Oooh...
Get back, Macca
England’s waiting for you
With its sky-high taxes
And rapid Islamization
You need to get back home, Macca
Get back, get back
Get back to where you really belong
Get back, get back
Get back
Oh, yeah