Oh Missus Rand, your Atlas, Atlas' Shrugging
From Petersburg to west in N. Y. C.
The welfare's gone, and all the commies' dying
'Tis you who flush the socialists to sea
Your Foundtainhead is such an inspiration
To capital and angry architects
Who like to bomb their very own creation
Oh Missus Rand, oh Missus Rand, I love your sect

And Missus Rand, your Alan Greenspan's calling
From all the halls of power in D. C.
Who is John Galt who keeps the world a-moving?
Is he your friend a senior named Greenspan?
Your books preach that men shall have all the freedoms
And act and think so indepedently
Then how come you're like queen of your own kingdom
And rule your students with your solid iron fist?