You keep saying, "wait 'til next November"   You keep calling me a spoilsport   There's a thousand things that I remember   A drop of blood upon a motherboard      Their boots are made for walking   And that's just what they'll do   One of these days   Their boots are gonna walk all over you      You're still buying when you oughta be hoarding   You're still trusting while I'm past collapse   They're counting on disease to bring the war home   Get a gun and not a boot behind your back      Their boots are made for walking   And that's just what they'll do   One of these days   Jackboots are gonna walk all over you