There's a black man with a black cat
Livin' in a black neighborhoodHe's got an interstate runnin' through his front yardYou know he thinks he's got it so goodAnd there's a woman in the kitchenCleanin' up the evenin' slopAnd he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'I can remember when you could stop a clock"
Ah, but ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Home of the free, yeahLittle pink houses for you and meOoh yeah, for you and me
Well, there's a young man in a t-shirtListenin' to a rockin' rollin' stationHe's got greasy hair, greasy smileHe says, "Lord, this must be my destination"'Cause they told me when I was youngerSaid, "Boy, you're gonna be president"But just like everything else those old crazy dreamsJust kinda came and went
Ah, but ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Home of the free, yeahLittle pink houses for you and meAh, yeah, baby, for you and me
Well, there's people and more peopleWhat do they know, know, know?Go to work in some high riseAnd vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, ooh, yeahAnd there's winners and there's losersBut they ain't no big deal'Cause the simple man, baby, pays for the thrills, the billsThe pills that kill
Ah, but ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Home of the free, yeahLittle pink houses for you and me, oohOoh yeah
Ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Hey, somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Oh, the home of the freeOoh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahLittle pink houses, baby, for you and me
Ooh yeahOoh yeah