Gather round, Evil Leaguers, there's a story must needs tell,
Bout a super powered icon, of all good and well,
To protect the home of the brave, and the land of the free,
He'll do what he decides, doesn't care if you agree.

Tired of playing nice he knows what must be done,
Secure his God blessed homeland, to protect every one.
He needs to rule the world, that takes money and power,
So he'll join the League of Evil, once he's done with happy hour.

They call him Druncle Sam,
He's the spirit of the U.S.A.
Bending the people's will
Doing it his own way.

Gets his strength from the people, also from his drink,
He's best in action when he doesn't have to think,
He'll rob, cheat, and even kill, to make sure he can lead ya,
Fight anything un-American, ‘cluding Liberal Media.

Never has an exit plan, but loves the attack,
He’s not that strong, but he sure talks some smack.
He’ needs to rule the world, that takes money and power,
So he'll join the League of Evil, once he's done at happy hour.

They call him Druncle Sam,
He's tough and takes his licks,
Spreading freedom with his fists,
That's how he gets his kicks.

If you're not with him, then you must be against him,
Try to tell him otherwise, you're just gonna incense him,
Believes in God & liquor, but not evolution,
He's got no drinking problem, it's called a drinking solution.

He sees red and then he bleeds red, white & blue,
He knows what must be done, to protect me & you.
Wants to rule the world, that takes money and power,
So he'll join the League of Evil, once he's done at happy hour.

They call him Druncle Sam,
He's Yankee Doodle's son,
If the Evil League rejects him,
The terrorists will have won.

Just call him Druncle Sam,
He's Yankee Doodle's son,
If the Evil League rejects him,
The terrorists will have won.