Lyrics

Although the Hollies once suggested
All that they needed was the air that they breathed and to love you
No sleep, no light, no sound, no cigarette
They wouldn’t wish for anything else after making love with you

And though their point was quite well taken, my angel,
And the major III 7 a touch of heaven, sleeping angel
They might have taken much for granted
Like a republic to get started

All I need is the air that I breathe
The air that I breathe, and to love you, AND A REPUBLIC
A PRINCIPLED COMMANDER IN CHIEF
And for us two to go waxing romantic
Me, you, DEMOCRACY TOO
It’s cool to be your beau UNDER THE RULE OF LAW
Ain’t asking for no revolution
But for air, love, AND A CONSTITUTION

Well, though my dreams have now all come true
I wouldn’t pass a chance to make another wish with you

All I am asking for is a republic, is it pedantic?
Too many creeps, and too sycophantic, isn’t it tragic?
Wake up my angel, wake up now
Peace left us weak, and now they’re doing us wrong

All I need is the air that I breathe
The air that I breathe, and to love you, AND A REPUBLIC
A PRINCIPLED COMMANDER IN CHIEF
And for the two of us to go waxing romantic
Me, you, DEMOCRACY TOO
How cool to be your beau UNDER THE RULE OF LAW
Don’t want to suffer like the Russians
I want air, love, AND NO PERSECUTION

All I am asking for is a republic, (since when) is it pedantic?
‘Cause all the creeps have turned sycophantic, isn’t it tragic?
Speak up my angel, speak up now
Read me a book while they’re still allowed

All I need is the air that I breathe
The air that I breathe, and to love you, and a republic
A principled Commander in Chief
While the two of us go waxing romantic
Me, you, democracy too
How cool to be your beau under the rule of law
All I need is air and a nation
Where you can speak your mind without fear of retribution