When the lights go dark on democracy and demagogu'ry's on the stage,
Glance at the clock—
You'll hear it chime—
You know what that means?
It's Miller Time!
When America stretches imperialist claws and casts its friends aside,
You'll sense a faint sound—
You'll turn on a dime!
He's hidden somewhere ...
'Cause it's Miller Time!
When divisiveness gyres and gimbles throughout all the devious speeches of Foxes,
Whose pen's been at work?
Could it be that slime?
Why, of course it is!
For it's Miller Time!
When the puppets all march to the beat of a drum, dum dumb, dum dumb, dum dumb,
Who pulls on their strings?
You know who it is—
'Cause it's Miller Time!