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That's America - Bruce McCulloch
Lyrics by：Bruce McCulloch
Composed by：Brian Connelly
Produced by：Bob Wiseman
Some people look at a flag swaying in the breeze at the
White House and say
That's America
Whenever I see an American flag hung in a window
Of a basement apartment by guys
Who have better things to do with their money than buy curtains
I say that's America to me
In America
There are fifty-one states
Or maybe it's eighty by now
Does England count
I'm not quite sure
The one thing I am sure of is
If I'm standing in a warehouse
Beside a time clock
And a guy is punching in his best friend
Who's too hungover to get out of bed
I'm standing in America
The makeover capital of the world
The place where every young man has
To answer in his heart the question
What do you love more
Your girlfriend or your car
Where that young man can buy a beat-up car
For three hundred dollars
But have to spend a thousand to insure it
The land where even a paper boy can option
The film rights to a book
America
In America
A woman on an assembly line works out
Her overtime and ahed to infinity
And at the exact same moment
Her husband gets into a car crash
Because he was looking at a girl in a tube top
America a land where spelling doesn't count
People's pets do
Where else can a guy get a job riding
A whale at Marine Land
The land where a guy's girlfriend breaks up
With him over the phone
So he takes a gun and kills the principal
Everyone's sad until they get the day off
Next week another guy another gal
Another we can still be friends phone call
Whuh-oh
The assistant principal gets killed
And everyone is sad because they don't get the day off
Because he was only the assistant principal
America a land of opportunity
Yes that great lumbering beast that journeys tirelessly
And stops only to eat a clubhouse sandwich
Pick it's teeth with a matchbook cover
And fall asleep with the TV on
America a place for Americans
