know They do know what to do in a hurricane Maybe I'll go through Mexico And old Jesse Helms, don't have to know Anyway all the allies of the USA Travel
say You gotta get down in the USA tonight Ok, kids, it's rockin' time! Every day you can hear 'em say You gotta get down in the USA tonight Sun starts
for the open expansive space and rebuilt my ship and went away and as I was leaving I felt like Luke Skywalker leaving his home planet of Tattoui "Usa
with them all across the USA But one night in the middle of the set they say He got his rockin' rhythm roots And country confused He sang the yodelin' blues Well the band
all gonna die in the same rat trap You're living in the USA 'cause you're living in the USA 'cause you're living in the USA 'cause you're living in the USA
nobody) Nobody, baby (nobody) And who can treat you like me (nobody) Who can give you what you need (nobody) And who can do you all night long (nobody) Nobody, baby (nobody) And the band
going on there still I waited all day and still it seemed like one day too many Down in the basement With gunfire closer than distant And upstairs the band
(USA) Staring through the boring Montana skyline Wishing that this journey would come to an end Rolling stoned I'm listing to the gussler I want a wash
(parody of "Winchester Cathedral" by The New Vaudeville Band) No more-a my dough, No more-a my dough, No more-a my dough-de-o-dough. Westchester Hadassah
' guitar late at night Had to learn about the ladies too young to understand Why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band When the boys
bad economy It's gonna get worse you see, we need a change in policy There's a local paper rolled up in a rubber band One more sad story's one more
If I had mind to Sail away and be Jacques Cousteau, or the Crocodile hunter on a TV show Be the king of the one night stand, front the Coral Reefer Band
Bow down for the band on the cover They seem to make it all across the USA Bow down, the band's been discovered They even made it on the R.S-tones these
his hand Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this land For one small band of gold to place on sweet
the Lord Above That they'll all be home next year And the bells of Peace Will Ring in the Holiday God Bless America We thank for the USA We thank