There's a black man
with a black cat
livin' in a black
neighbourhood
He's got an interstate
runnin' through his
front yard
you know he thinks
he's got it so good
And there's a woman
in the kitchen
cleanin' up
the evenin' slop
And he looks at her
and he says
"Hey darlin'
I can remember when
you could stop a clock"
Oh but ain't that America
for you and me
ain't that America
somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America
home of the free
yeah
Little pink houses
for you and me
Oh yeah
for you and me
There's a young man
in a t-shirt
Listenin' to a rock
rollin' station
He's got greasy hair
and greasy smile
he says "Lord this must
be my destination"
'Cause they told me
when I was younger
"Boy you're gonna
be president"
But just like
everything else
those old crazy dreams
just kinda came and went
Oh but ain't that America
for you and me
ain't that America
somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America
home of the free
yeah
Little pink houses
for you and me
Oh little houses
for you and me
Well there's people
and more people
What do they
know know know
Go to work
in some high rise
And vacation down
the Gulf of Mexico
ooh yeah
And there's winners
and there's losers
But they ain't no big deal
'Cause the simple
man baby
pays for the thrills,
the bills,
the pills that kill
Oh but ain't that America
for you and me
ain't that America
somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America
home of the free
yeah
Little pink houses
for you and me
Ooooh yeah
Oh but ain't that America
for you and me
ain't that America
somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America
home of the free
yeah
Little pink houses
for you and me
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
yeah
Oh yeah
woah