There's a black man with a black cat, living in a black neighborhood
He's got an interstate running through his front yard
You know, he think, that he's got it so good
And there's a woman in the kitchen cleaning up the evening slop
And he looks at her and says
"Hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock"

Oh, but ain't that America, for you and me
Ain't that America, we're something 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

Well, there's a young man in a t-shirt, listening to a rockin' rollin' station
He's got a greasy hair, greasy smile; he says, "Lord, this must be my destination
'Cause they told me, when I was younger, said, '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, we're something to see, baby
Ain't that America, home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me, oh they build them, baby, 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 at 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 the thrills, the bills and the pills that kill

Oh, but ain't that America, for you and me
Ain't that America, we're something to see, baby
Ain't that America, home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me, ooh, ooh yeah

Ain't that America, for you and me
Ain't that America, hey we're something to see, baby
Ain't that America, oh, the home of the free, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Little pink houses, babe, for you and me, ooh yeah, ooh yeah

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