Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
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My name is Jamieson Greer, sir, I'm your man on trade I've read every tariff schedule that this government has made I've sat across from Brussels, I've stared down Tokyo But I never been more certain 'bout a word I have to say: no
[Verse 2] I know you love a deal, sir, and I respect you for it too But there's some things we just can't sell no matter what they offer you Those H200s ain't tractors, they ain't soybeans, they ain't coal They're the keys to every kingdom and the engine of control
[Chorus] Don't let the chips fall to Beijing tonight We built 'em in America, we gotta hold 'em tight Xi Jinping's on the phone, says he'll pay us double-time But some things ain't for sale, sir—that's the bottom line
[Verse 3] Jensen Huang keeps calling, says his shareholders are blue But I'd rather disappoint NVIDIA than lose this race to you-know-who They'll train up models faster than a coyote runs from rain Then turn around and use 'em building drones and wartime gains
[Verse 4] They say it's just for research, say it's healthcare, say it's schools But I've been doing this long enough to know when I'm the fool Every GPU we ship 'em is a gift we can't take back A thousand smart kids in Shenzhen turning silicon to attack
[Chorus] Don't let the chips fall to Beijing tonight We built 'em in America, we gotta hold 'em tight They'll say it's just for data centers, mining bitcoin too But we both know that's a lie, sir—and so do you
[Verse 5] Remember when we had the lead in steel and cars and coal? We let it slip through diplomats who couldn't save their soul They told us trade would change 'em, said the market sets 'em free Now they're buildin' carriers, sir, and they're sailin' past Taipei
[Chorus] Don't let the chips fall to Beijing tonight Tell 'em Jamieson said no, and tell 'em Greer was right We'll sell 'em pork and timber, we'll sell 'em planes that fly But the silicon stays home, sir—'til the day I die
[Final Chorus - slower, with pedal steel] Don't let the chips fall to Beijing tonight We built 'em in America, we gotta hold 'em tight A hundred billion parameters ain't worth a single dime When the flag that flies above 'em, sir... ain't mine
bangers only on chinatalk
lyrics
My name is Jamieson Greer, sir, I'm your man on trade I've read every tariff schedule that this government has made I've sat across from Brussels, I've stared down Tokyo But I never been more certain 'bout a word I have to say: no
[Verse 2] I know you love a deal, sir, and I respect you for it too But there's some things we just can't sell no matter what they offer you Those H200s ain't tractors, they ain't soybeans, they ain't coal They're the keys to every kingdom and the engine of control
[Chorus] Don't let the chips fall to Beijing tonight We built 'em in America, we gotta hold 'em tight Xi Jinping's on the phone, says he'll pay us double-time But some things ain't for sale, sir—that's the bottom line
[Verse 3] Jensen Huang keeps calling, says his shareholders are blue But I'd rather disappoint NVIDIA than lose this race to you-know-who They'll train up models faster than a coyote runs from rain Then turn around and use 'em building drones and wartime gains
[Verse 4] They say it's just for research, say it's healthcare, say it's schools But I've been doing this long enough to know when I'm the fool Every GPU we ship 'em is a gift we can't take back A thousand smart kids in Shenzhen turning silicon to attack
[Chorus] Don't let the chips fall to Beijing tonight We built 'em in America, we gotta hold 'em tight They'll say it's just for data centers, mining bitcoin too But we both know that's a lie, sir—and so do you
[Verse 5] Remember when we had the lead in steel and cars and coal? We let it slip through diplomats who couldn't save their soul They told us trade would change 'em, said the market sets 'em free Now they're buildin' carriers, sir, and they're sailin' past Taipei
[Chorus] Don't let the chips fall to Beijing tonight Tell 'em Jamieson said no, and tell 'em Greer was right We'll sell 'em pork and timber, we'll sell 'em planes that fly But the silicon stays home, sir—'til the day I die
[Final Chorus - slower, with pedal steel] Don't let the chips fall to Beijing tonight We built 'em in America, we gotta hold 'em tight A hundred billion parameters ain't worth a single dime When the flag that flies above 'em, sir... ain't mine
